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Flat Mate Mick (to me)
Have you seen Dreamgirls?

LeishBlog:
I’ve heard bad things and I have no desire to watch it! Why?

Flat Mate Mick:
That’s great, because instead of Disturbia (our chosen flick) the video shop has given us Dreamgirls!!

LeishBlog:
Oh fuck off, are you kidding? Well, will have to take it back!

Flat Mate Mick:
Can you really be bothered walking all the way back, because I can’t?

Leish:
Dreamgirls it is then!

And so began a rather surreal night for the Macca Mansion. We had a full house this weekend with Flat Mates Sarah’s, sister Hannah coming to stay from Melbourne and my cousin Claire crashing for the night after attending a conference in Sydney.

After procrastinating we relented and began to watch the painfully songy Dreamgirls. It’s the sort of film that only has about 2 minutes in between each song and it got to the stage were every time there was some undertone of music starting Flat Mate Mick and I would shift impatiently in our seats, willing the song to stop.

Flat Mate Sarah and Hannah came home from dinner together early because poor Hannah had suddenly become violently ill. They walked into the lounge room as Beyonce reached another excruciating crescendo.

Flat Mate Sarah:
What the hell is this? (Dreamgirls) This doesn’t sound like a Mick Leish pick?

Beyonce hits another high note and trills for three minutes causing us all to cup our ears.

Flat Mate Sarah:
Oh it’s horrible!

Flat Mate Mick:
I can’t believe that this is fucking Oscar winning movie.

We both agreed and said ta ta to Dreamgirls.

Claire was due to home at about midnight and when she arrived I greeted her and she stopped in the middle of the street, sifting through her handbag.

Cousin Claire:
Oh no, my keys!

LeishBlog:
Where are they?

Cousin Claire:
Oh God, I left them at the conference in the city.

This was a conundrum because all of the Claire’s clothes were in her car and she was standing in cocktail attire in the middle of our street.

LeishBlog:
OK, well lets get a cab and go and get them or we can call the NRMA.

The NRMA was the easiest option. While we were sorting all of this Flat Mate Sarah was helping Hannah, who had gotten sicker and we went through all of our collective medicine collections looking for something that was going to stop her from being sick. Clever Flat Mate Sarah remembered that she still had all of anti vomity stuff from her trip to India and with Claire’s pharmacist approval Hannah was drugged up.

The NRMA dude arrived about 1.45am and we stood around watching him break into Claire’s car. The funniest part of it all was that we were all up an about dealing with our crisis’s and Flat Mate Mick slept through the whole thing!

Earlier in the night, I had dinner with my Poppy because today e is heading to Turkey for a holiday. I hope when I am 86 I am still jet setting!

Speaking of, this Friday is the last day of my contract with Southern Star, which sucks a bit because I am out of a job. December is a tricky time of year to be unemployed as everyone is winding down. In January the TV world comes alive and there will be jobs around, so I am in the position of trying to think of something to do for the next month. One option that is quite prominent, is to take off to Japan with My Dad to go skiing and then hook up with my besties, Kath and Anth, who are living in Tokyo. This trip would be super fun, but also means that I will spend all of my back up, unemployment safety money I have saved.

(Trent I am coming to work in the pharmacy! This may sound like a joke but I mean it.)

The adventurer in me thinks the holiday is needed and I always find work and then the safe part in me (about 2%) says stay at home, eat noodles and sit on the cash!?? Anyway we are deciding tomorrow, which would mean that we head off in early December to ski the powdery slopes of Niseko and then to sing Karaoke, all of which would make great LeishBlogs so I think I should go.

Another interesting point of discussion this week was that I was informed that Ski Boy Blake has found a girlfriend even though he was ‘wasn’t ready for a relationship!’

Bless.

No criticism or judgement here, seriously. He’s a nice bloke but perhaps he should learn some manners.

One day, when discussing ski boy Blake, Flat Mate Mick got all serious and said in his wisdom

“That’s just not the way you act, fuck him off,”

I suppose the lesson for me, (which everyone from Positive Simone, The Flat mate collective (great band name!) especially Dave and my father have been preaching for a while) is that I need to focus my attentions on locating guys with a bit of life experience and that appreciate that LeishBlog is a well decent catch and that I deserve better.

Anyway I am now off to walk across the mighty harbour bridge and then head the Mecca of cheapness…. Kmart with Justin to snap up some bargains and once again avoid re writing my stand up act which I am due to perform in 2 weeks. Procrastination station. Yeeh-ha!

L