Bouldering after The Sickness
Last Monday night the old Bruce Street crew came around for food at our place, it was a bring your own and share occasion and we all did just that. Friday morning I awoke with a HUGE hangover and a leaden stomach. I struggled into work for a meeting during which I tried not to throw up in, and then seemed to perk up a bit. After meeting with Jo for lunch and deciding that all I could stomach was a fruit frappe, I headed back to Jo's office for a nap, where I quickly realized that I may in fact be sick, and not just hungover (I didn't actually drink that much..)On the way back to my office I threw up 10 times, and only just managed to get my stuff and make it home. At home I deteriorated into a spewing shitting mess of hopelessness where I eventually fell asleep, empty and green. This went on for a few days where I couldn't really eat anything more substantial than a boiled potato.
On Wednesday I met Mikl's messy sister for the first time. She grated on my nerves, and I felt like a snob letting her habits irritate me, but Mikl pointed out that where I grew up everyone was always fucked up and I had spent my life from that starting point getting away from there, where she has spent her life moving from a very good upbringing migrating to that from which I had run away. This would explain the irritiation. I sat there, feeling green, at a "cook your own" steak place with Julia, her lovely daughter (Viv, who really is a sweetie) and her boyfriend (also a sweetie), her latest son from another father (a nice boy, hemipleigic, named Jack), Mikl, and Julia's worlds most obese person for a boyfriend. The worlds most obese person was actually very nice, which also irritated me. I sat there watching Julia, who was drunk before we even got there, order a boconcinni and basil bread, then take it over to the condiment table and add about three cups of sour cream, sweet chillie sauce, and some BBQ sauce for good measure. Then, when the bread was too hard at the edges to eat , she softened it up by pouring a bit of beer on it. Out of all the things that grated on my nerves, the total disrespect for eating as a pleasurous event was the most frustrating.
By Friday I had recovered mostly, but was eating relatively small meals and still not exercising.
Saturday was too good a day to waste. We went to the Spit, just north of Sydney (but still in Sydney) on Saturday for a spot of bouldering. I watched mostly, but pulled on a few things that didn't involve pulling really really hard with my fingers, including a juggy roof traverse and an evil mantle, which i didn't pull off but managed to scrape my arm repeatedly.
Went to work to try to make something with the fake lego bit. Mikl and I had dinner with George and Sally and the cats.
Sunday we headed to Lindfield rocks in North Sydney, where I ticked a few problems I was too scared to use my hands on last time, namely Kims arete and this traverse problem on a boulder. Very nice!
Both days the sun came out after a chilly start followed by a big blue sky. Went to North Head to admire the view and then to Manly for more sightseeing. Retired early for some knitting and Gosford Park on the tele.
On Wednesday I met Mikl's messy sister for the first time. She grated on my nerves, and I felt like a snob letting her habits irritate me, but Mikl pointed out that where I grew up everyone was always fucked up and I had spent my life from that starting point getting away from there, where she has spent her life moving from a very good upbringing migrating to that from which I had run away. This would explain the irritiation. I sat there, feeling green, at a "cook your own" steak place with Julia, her lovely daughter (Viv, who really is a sweetie) and her boyfriend (also a sweetie), her latest son from another father (a nice boy, hemipleigic, named Jack), Mikl, and Julia's worlds most obese person for a boyfriend. The worlds most obese person was actually very nice, which also irritated me. I sat there watching Julia, who was drunk before we even got there, order a boconcinni and basil bread, then take it over to the condiment table and add about three cups of sour cream, sweet chillie sauce, and some BBQ sauce for good measure. Then, when the bread was too hard at the edges to eat , she softened it up by pouring a bit of beer on it. Out of all the things that grated on my nerves, the total disrespect for eating as a pleasurous event was the most frustrating.
By Friday I had recovered mostly, but was eating relatively small meals and still not exercising.
Saturday was too good a day to waste. We went to the Spit, just north of Sydney (but still in Sydney) on Saturday for a spot of bouldering. I watched mostly, but pulled on a few things that didn't involve pulling really really hard with my fingers, including a juggy roof traverse and an evil mantle, which i didn't pull off but managed to scrape my arm repeatedly.
Went to work to try to make something with the fake lego bit. Mikl and I had dinner with George and Sally and the cats.
Sunday we headed to Lindfield rocks in North Sydney, where I ticked a few problems I was too scared to use my hands on last time, namely Kims arete and this traverse problem on a boulder. Very nice!
Both days the sun came out after a chilly start followed by a big blue sky. Went to North Head to admire the view and then to Manly for more sightseeing. Retired early for some knitting and Gosford Park on the tele.
posted by Ness at 3:08 pm
2 Comments:
Kermit the Frog said it best: it's not eay being green. But then again, he was cowed by an obese pig, so what the fuck does he know?
Feel better Nessypoo!
"a boconcinni and basil bread, then take it over to the condiment table and add about three cups of sour cream, sweet chillie sauce, and some BBQ sauce for good measure. Then, when the bread was too hard at the edges to eat , she softened it up by pouring a bit of beer on it. Out of all the things that grated on my nerves, the total disrespect for eating as a pleasurous event was the most frustrating."
I'm all for experimentation and infusing tastes...but this?! Gross! I was looking forward to eating lunch...
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