Best of the weekend

Friday night we went to see Get Smart. I really liked the show when I was a kid, and I'm a pretty big Steve Carrell fan, so went along even though I knew it wasn't going to be brilliant. It was about as good as I thought it would be - a few bright spots, but not something you'd want to watch again.

Saturday morning I went to my new gym with my Dad. I signed up about a week or so ago, and it has two advantages from my old gym - my Dad and my mate from work are both members, so I have someone to go with; and it costs $285 a year (instead of about $800 for Zest).

After the gym I went to Marion with Michella to get her sister a birthday present. I was mad hungry at this point, so had Indian food in the food court (despite the fact that we were having dinner at an Indian restaurant that night). I finished this off with a delightful little vanilla slice from Gloria Jeanes, then went home for a nap. Actually I didn't have a a nap, I just started channeling Paul for a minute there.

For dinner we went to a delightful little place called Urban India. I went there with Mirjana about a year ago, and the waiter talked me into ordering something different to what had planned.

This time I was able to order what I wanted (the butter chicken of course), and I quite enjoyed it, although Michella not so much.

After dinner we went to the Hilton Hotel at Hilton for Rhianna's birthday. We sat in the bar for about two hours, until my head hurt and my throat was raw from screaming. Obviously I'm probably 10 years older than the target market of a place like this, but still, it baffled the mind - the "DJ" kept trying to keep people from sitting around the "dance floor" because "any minute now it's going to fill up." The whole time we were there, we saw two people dancing - a scary looking mother and daugher combo (you had to catch them in the right light to tell which was which). Despite the fact that there was NOBODY DANCING, this guy kept playing horrible, loud dance music, bobbing away in his little DJ-ing booth like he was working at a rave or something. We left at around 10pm to go home and watch the final episode of Underbelly (they all die or go to jail).

Sunday I decided to tackle a little home renovation project - knocking out the built in robe in my TV room. I smashed at it for a while with a crowbar until it collapsed around me, somewhat amazingly, I wasn't hurt. In the afternoon, I went round Peter and Karen's and saw most of the final Pirates of the Carribean movie on Foxtel. It made almost no sense to me, and I think i'm a somewhat educated, film-literate adult. I skipped dinner and just had an awesome apple crumble that Chella made. I think it was the right decision.