this corner of the earth

tonight i'm going to dinner with my best friend claire (who is the greatest, by the way) and two much older musos.

the funny thing is, it seems like everytime claire and i go out anywhere, we get guys trying to pick us up. and by we i mean she--i get to be hot by association. hehe. anyway. claire's extreme hotness and confidence aside, we met deni and eric on the schoolies cruise, on which they were employed as part of the live band. deni is totally interested in claire. it's actually mildly hilarious. he's been messaging me like 'oh alix, how are you? i've missed you' and 'we've got to catch up' (except his messages are almost unreadable coz he's big on crazy sms abbreviation and rarely uses consonants). but the translation of those messages goes something like this:
'hey alix, how is your friend claire? i've missed her. i really want to see her again so i can see if i have a chance with her or not. even though i'm like fifteen years older than her. damn that girl is hot. and we are mutually interested in martial arts, so we're totally soul mates.'

seriously.

but anyway, eric and i got along really well on the cruise--no, not really really well, but he's a great guy who can actually hold a conversation for more than five minutes, which separated him from most of the other males on the cruise. he's got it bad for some chick who's afraid of commitment; plus he's like thirty-three. besides, i'm not interested. suffice to say that it will be good to have a chat to him, whilst giggling internally every time deni puts his arm around claire or touches her arm or looks deep into her eyes. and then cough really unsubtley (no, that's not a word) to cover up the fact that my internal giggle has escaped.

quite apart from that, claire's been really sick and i haven't seen her for about four hundred years, so i'm looking forward to talking about our 'issues'. hehe.

this week is shaping up to be an odd one, characterised by two rather unusual practices (for me, anyway)
1. getting fit: i fully went to the gym last night and did a rbm bike class thing with my ultra-buff friend eirian. the instructor dude didn't say anything to me apart from pointing out that my knees are screwed. thanks, but nothing new there. and then this morning i got up at the uncivilised hour of 4.30 to go to swimming training, at which i sucked, but nevertheless. go me.
2. going on dates: yeah this is so unlike me it's not funny, but there is a relative abundance of boys wanting to take me places this week. i'm not complaining. but it's freaking me out a bit. i met this guy from katoomba, pat, at a party the other week, for example, and he's coming down (up? meh) from the blue mountains to see me. maybe he just likes long train trips. either way, go me.


sounds gracing my eardrums: the dandy warhols, nietzsche