tales from an ordinary world

2000-09-29

"I never liked you until I took a good look at myself"
Guided By Voices.

A small table in a crowded room. Everything's happening at friday lunchtime. We're not well-dressed, like the others, but we're regulars. Everything counts (in large amounts, etc. etc. etc...). Our favourite waitress is off doing some minor fill-in part for Neighbours, so we feel that little bit more invisible than usual. Eventually though, she shows up - nothing better to do with her day, may as well come in for a beer and a chat - and sits with us. Foo writes "Hello" in red pen on his garlic bread, reminding me of a more decorative effort by Alex at that Steamboat dinner we had with Haiyan before she left for friendly Canada, so friendly that the apartment blocks have their own webpages. And so on. The temptation not to go back to work is overwhelming, but we manage to leave, somehow.