Well, had the house to myself for 5 weeks. Been awesome.
Stole an armchair, crammed it right up against a 42inch HDTV with my laptop and PS3 plugged in. I've been happy as a pig in mud, really. Contrary to expectations, the house has not caught fire and it is not a total mess.
Which is an important, serious topic I actually want to address later on... but it's not for this journal!
So, popped into a local cafe today for lunch after work. Asked for a steak sandwich, but didn't feel like trying to scarf down an entire plateful of salad so asked for most of it to be removed (seriously, I almost died trying to eat the massive thing anyway).
The owner frowned, then decided to give me a discount for asking for no salad. When the dish was brought over, it was the chef herself who bore it; she set it down then mentioned she'd sneaked a little more steak into it.
We're talking premium Scotch-fillet steak. Probably over half a pound at least.
Not had a "lunch" like that in long time, but you can guarantee I'll be having it again soon. One hell of a cafe, and it's five minutes from my house.
Interestingly, with the house to myself, I've actually been saving money. My pay has been piling up. Perhaps because I don't want to leave the house empty too often (iffy neighborhood), but I've still had plenty of chances to blow my hard-earned cash. I think I know why, but it's too depressing to put here.
Now, my friends finally talked me into buying a pair of ACU pants, to more or less complete my "US Army" costume for laser-tag. I have no idea why I listened, not being one inclined to playing dress-ups. At least not since I was five, anyway.
I had to laugh, actually. If the stuff I've got accurately mimics the real uniform, I have to say it's bloody comfy. Regular street clothes are more uncomfortable when you're running around in the sun, and I assume the official underlays and crap would help even more. That said, carrying 30kgs of gear would probably suck.
The desert sun and uniform I can handle. The "being shot at" and carrying the equivalent of an adolescent hippopotamus on my back... I think I'll leave to the professionals for now.
So I was sitting up late at night, and it was freezing. I was in my pajamas (because why not, bitch?) when I realized I had to put something more warm on. So I slipped on a simple gray t-shirt and the ACU pants. It was still cold, though.
After a moment, my brain suddenly reverted to the age of nine and I got up with a massive grin on my face. I put the jacket on and sat there feeling very pleased with myself.
Hey, it was warm, shut up.
After about two seconds I started cracking up. I was home alone, playing soldier, a few days after my twenty-third birthday.
So no, not looking forward to my folks getting back home; although moving out on my own is pretty much impossible. Though, you know what?
I think I'll put the uniform on when my dad's back, at least once. See, he's got a pathological fear of me joining the military, particularly the US Army. When I visited the USA, he tried to sabotage the trip and get me home.
Because he was convinced the CIA would kidnap me and force me into the US Army in Iraq. As strange as that is... I'm kinda touched he gave enough of a shit.
By the way, that's why I bought the ACU jacket when I was over in the US. The original plan was to send my dad a mocking picture with me posing as a serviceman. I dropped the idea. Not only was it impractical, I was a bit disgusted at myself. Talk about disrespectful to the people fighting and dying over there (including the Iraqis). Though the reaction from my father would've been utterly priceless.
Nonetheless, I kept the jacket and am honored to wear the colors of the US Army... even if it's just for shooting toy laser-guns at people playing dress-up.
7 years, 11 months ago
09 Jun 2011 17:00 CEST