Onwards to today's topic of interest: An Interesting Topic. No jokes, I wrote it, it's interesting =]
Went on a double date couple of days ago with said girlfriend and couple of interest (note the times I use the word interest and it's variations in this post and or words that have the same meaning). The outline for the date was predetermined, interestingly enough, since I don't usually plan stuff and just jump right into it for the nice spontaneous feel. We were to meet up at the peculiar time 11am to eat brunch go down to Chadstone Shopping Centre (the 'fashion capitol' of the state according to their egotistic advertisements), and shop til 4pm.
This plan sounded too detailed to my liking, it was not going to go well. Woke up, got dressed and drove to pick up said girlfriend at designated 10am. "MY HAIR! MY HAIR! IT'S KIND OF MESSY!" Calls of distress from the other side of the phone did not pipe my interest. So in the car I stayed for 15 minutes. Unwise decision. The mistress came out with a look of irritation and disgust and sat unwillingly into the passenger seat. She then proceeded to play the game called "Who can make the Least Amount of Comments During this Awkward Transport Ride".
Eventually, since I was so good at the game she gave way and exploded like a volcanic eruption.
Her eye brows turned thick and manly and all her hair flew out. "MY HAIR WAS MESSY WHY DIDN'T YOU COME IN AND HELP ME STRAIGHTEN IT...." at this point, being your average college student, and let's be more specific here...average male college student, I didn't want to disappoint accused stereotypes, so I tuned out. It worked until 5 minutes later I heard the words "LAB CLASS". I stopped a turned towards her.
This was a pretty scary concept for me so I tuned in and learnt that lab was still running that week, I had already missed mine and she would miss hers and it would cost us 4%. I calmed down and reassessed my situation, interestingly enough, that 4% was worthless to me, and she didn't need it either.
I got to our designation and tried to talk her out of going to class that afternoon. Success followed. We met up with couple of interest, successful 'brunch' followed. In fact, the rest of the afternoon was boringly successful. Not blog worthy, so I shall use photographs to convey the remainder of the story.
In the end, we decided that sitting down and drinking was definitely better than shopping, and so we did.
So readers, I'm going to leave you with a thought, the moral of the story is, when you're driving, listen to what your partner has to say, it might not mean anything, but do it anyway. What are the most interesting conversations you've had in a car? Ponder on that thought, because my next post? Incidents that occur within my personal vehicle...