As I drove to class on my last day of term yesterday, I was greeted at a red light by three people on exercise bikes in crazy glitter wigs and fairy wings. While making me giggle a little (and making me extremely scared of looking out my window in case they saw me watching,) I'm not sure that I would join the gym that they were promoting. My decision wasn't only based on these guys, but as I pass 2 branches of this gym every morning, and the second one is covered in ads for dominos cheaper Tuesday. I guess if you're looking for a controversial gym full of fashion forward people who are (literally) going nowhere, and are trying to start a new eating plan, then I think you should sign up there.
Last night I was luckily enough to be in the audience of the live filming of the Xfactor auditions, and while waiting in line to be seated, we decided to grab some dinner as it was going to finish late. We all took it in turns to go to the McDonalds next door and grab our food, (waiting hungrily in ridiculously long lines,) and being a Friday, I got my typical cheeseburger meal. Once we got back and started eating, the ushers told us to get ready, because we would be moving soon. We weren't sure if we were allowed food inside, and so in fear of losing our long anticipated and hard won meals, the next few minutes were full of frenzied chip and burger scarfing, and due to my habit of eating quite slowly, this became even less graceful than it sounds. I also had to struggle to fit in my ice cream and coke in this time, and so when I was finally able to put my rubbish in the bin, I literally strutted to the bin, filled with pride and numerous carcinogens that can be found in McDonalds food.
Today I ventured to a Westfield even larger than the one I have been familiarising myself with over the past few months, and on my search for a JB Hi-Fi, I came across one of five food courts (I kid you not,) in which an elderly couple were having a furious finger wagging fight in line for the Muffin Break. While he waited at their table, she began the exchange with quite a calm raised finger, but it escalated quickly. I never realised that the choce of muffin flavour was so important, but I really hope that they can get through this.
Did you know that they don't have garden sections in city Kmarts? I didn't expect the walk in garden or anything, but not even a section where you can buy a trowel or a gnome? There must be some elderly ladies living in this city with some very bare window boxes.
Today I finally had the falafel that I have been craving for about a week, and it exploded. It was quite large, and so I was saving the second half for later, but as I put it away, the pita that it was wrapped in suddenly became one hundred tiny pieces of pita, and I had no choice but to eat the whole delicious mess right there.
I am now off to watch the classic Dirty Dancing in the dark, by myself, because I am a wild party animal on a Saturday night.
Little Duck, out.
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