It's been a double post day

And so here I go.

After my period of momentary depression today morning at the loss of socks (Yes, it IS that serious), I got ready, much much later than I was supposed to.

Anyway, my mum is so paranoid. She doesn't like me picking up stuff from people i've bought from cause she believes it too dangerous. This is laughable for its surface value, but it gets absolutely hilarious as this story progresses.

Machiavelli was right. Fortune controls about half your life; the other half is your decisions. What I learnt today is that I need a refresher course in how to read street numbers, and that I really should eat. Anything at all.

On with the story. I left house much later than I expected to, and it was basically four when I left for the city, which is where I've picking up the goods. This was bad. I should have left earlier, when I was going to a place that I barely knew and for what was going to be an extended trip.

So I left, got to Central Station and...I got lost. I kinda sorta forgot that street numbers have a system to them; which is why seeing 803-815 on the one side of the street made my think the person I needed to see was inside the Country Comfort hotel. I go inside, ask the dude at the desk, and he mentions: "812 would be on the other side of the street (doofus*)" Oh right.

*He didn't actually say this, but I imagine he would have.

So went to other side of the street, and then after wandering in and out of the vagaries of Central Station, realised that streets don't have to be symmetrical. Oh yeah. When I got to the place I needed to, the guy had left, and I was without games. I probably should have paid more attention to the name; you know, "Christchurch", "St Laurence", etc. The guy apparently works for a church. Which is next door to where he actually works. Oooooookay. I don't particularly think that people who work for a church would be particularly shady. They have God to account for. Now that's a hell of an auditor.

My doubts about the Pharisees aside, I decided to go bookstore hunting. I wanted to find Abbey's which has recieved several (read: 2) celebrity (Crosbie and Office lady, atleast by my standards) endorsements about their Anc. History collection. I was a little tired from not eating enough and it was a hot day, so I went to the bus stop, saw three buses, and thought I could catch one. I was wrong. Missed all three. I took it as a sign.

I started walking up George street to go up the QVB, which is where this famed bookstore was. Along the way, I encountered not less then three (soon to be two, one closes on friday. I'm hurrying back there like there's no next-next-next-next-tomorrow) bookstores; I went into so many bookstores I kinda lost count. I passed the Metro, unsure whether to buy a ticket to BSS. I didn't. But I will tomorrow, cause they ROCK.

I found Abbey's easily, and it's open late too. Nice. Right about next door was another bookstore called Galaxy bookstores, and it specialises in basically what it says. Fantasy, sci-fi, related objects. The most random thing was a Buffy vampire stake; that was kinda retarded. Otherwise, nice enough bookstore.

This was where stuff started getting a little surreal. I got into Town Hall station to go home, and I started getting free shit. A woman (quite forcibly I swear) foisted off on me a Lemon Lime and Bitters (don't cheer, it was diet). Befuddled by this sudden attack, I kinda wandered around looking all confused. I hadn't started drinking the Lemon Lime and Bitters yet, when suddenly they started giving out bottles of ginger beer (SCORE!). Not small bottles either; 750 ml ones. I wanted to trade my 'diet' for the bottle, but she just gave it to me. It wan't entirely full (this doesn't mean I'm an optimist, I just couldn't phrase it properly in the antonym), and this is what led me to my hypothesis.

See, after they gave out all this free shit, they started packing up and leaving. What i'm guessing was that they were giving away free samples of Bundaberg stuff, and they were closing up, and I was just there at the right place at the right time. In retrospect, not much of a hypothesis. Either way, ended up with free drinks. It was worth the train ticket and the not getting stuff.

Greg Proops is insane. He's so damn cool. And incredibly funny. I never knew how engaging he was at stand-up. Yay. That's my story. I have a few errands to run, and hopefully, I will be prepared for everything. Night.