Aug 26 - Baby, baby

Called JG when I got back from class and we ended up talking for a good hour1/2. After she and I had our chat, I called H who had some news: the water in LR is contaminated with baby potion. How dare she be preggers while I'm gone? Grrrrr!
So after my three hours worth of chatting, I went to play cricket in the back yard and then left to meet Trisha in the city.

We met up at 7 at what was to be the corner of Swanston and Lonsdale (I think?), but I got confused on my directions and so waited at my stop and she came to find me at Swanston and Bourke. From there, we went to have a drinks at The Trader Bar which is a bar where drink prices fluctuate at "market value". So we started off with a wine for $7.20, but then the market crashed and we got another glass for $4. After our drinks, we went to some little Italian place a block away and ate our wine buzz away. There was some misunderstanding with the price of our food. This place just had chairs at the bar and chairs facing the mirror and it was a tight squeeze. So we arent talking upperscale. I could have sworn when the guy said the price he said it was over $40, but what he was trying to do was add in his head and I heard $15 and $28 and freaked thinking one of us just ate a $28 plate of pasta! But it was more like $15 + $13 = $28. Shhhheeeeesh! hehe We made it to one more place - Three Degrees. It had a decent atmosphere and a very central location. That brought us back to our tram stops... when I waited on the WRONG side of the track for about 5 minutes, despite knowing which direction I was headed. I was just on the US side of the road. Oh well. I dont think Trisha noticed from her stop.

The tram ride home couldnt have been more strange... to shorthand it (which still is kinda long) - a middle eastern guy got on and was acting strangely... drunk, eating a couple Hungry Jack (Burger King) burgers and being rude to passengers, but in a very strange, staccato tone. He was wearing a backpack. And I know we were headed to the burbs at a non-rushhour time, but a family got off the tram after his first odd outburst. The rest of us just looked at eachother with that - what is going on and should we get off too or do something or tell someone??? - look. I was so freaked out that I messaged Premi back at the house and asked him to come meet me at the tram stop. The guy fortunately got off about 15 stops before mine. I think my release of breath was pretty loud as I saw a guy down the way grin ... but it was the same look of relief and understanding of this shared experience. When Premi and his friend met me at the stop, he was laughing at my freaking out, but my thought was... if I were a suicide bomber, I'd go get drunk and have my last meal (not Hungry Jack though, but it was right on the tram stop where he got on) before I blow myself and others up.

TGIF? More like, thank goodness tomorrow is Saturday.