Pretty in Pink

So, it's been an interesting week.

A free day on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday with Roma, Thursday a quiet night in, pizza and Doctor Who marathon with Jacksonville, and last night with another J girl, we will call this one Johannesburg.  Went rock climbing last night, and I failed to inform Joburg that I have an issue with heights.  It was my first time and she is kinda sorta experienced, but it's been so long since I have even thought of heights, that it completely slipped my mind.  Plus, she didn't ask LOL.  She was most amused that I hadn't told her.

But, it's part of my no fear, try anything once, throwing myself into life motto at the moment.  It was the fear of falling that was the thing with me at the climbing venue (it was artificial indoor, I wasn't attempting the South Face of the Eiger or anything just yet), and, looking back on it, you were securely fastened to the floor and your climbing buddy, with no slack in the rope, it wasn't going to be a major injury.  Though we will wear contact lenses next time, my glasses fell off the once yesterday and that was kinda heart in mouth moment.  Got a wicked bruise on my right knee already though.

So, even though I might not ever become an accomplished mountaineer, I learned fast being the support person with the ropes.  I might never get on the Discovery Channel, but I may be Joburg's cameraman one day.  She was also most amused at the fact that I was looking up at her when she was climbing, making sure she was safe, while incidentally her legs were all akimbo all over the place.

Akimbo, I like that word.

After enduring several heart attacks at the climbing place, we headed for 'my' part of Northbridge, fancy cocktails and restaurant land lol.  Had a quick martini at Frisk, man I love that place, and Joburg perused the two hundred and twelve gins they now have on the books, they've added seven since last time I looked.  Just a nice, relaxed, place.  One of my fave places, as the haiku earlier in the week attested.

Then to Zapatas for dinner, Mexican/Latin.  I'll go to the haiku for the place first -

Large, value portions

The perfect amount of spice

Often quite busy

Joburg was wanting some spice in her food, and there's no good Indian places that I have been to in Northbridge yet, and we didn't quite decide on Thai.  So Mexican it was.

Zapatas is a nice spot, not fantastic, but nice.  The food is good, if also not fantastic.  And both at Frisk and Zapatas, Joburg and I partook in people watching.  The table full of 21 year old girls, their night would be a meal, then Air and Metro and Connies, the latter for a bit of a laugh.  I will desist from commenting on their fashion senses or their Contiki travel stories.  The red dress in Frisk that made both of us do a double take, with the black heels and scoping the place out to see whether there was an edgy nervous boyfriend in tow.  LOL, hey it wasn't just me, Joburg was just as culpable.

It's funny with how different her and I are, how close we are, and how well we get along.  I can't remember whether I mentioned it last week, but Joburg is the girl who may have an apartment in the city before too long, and may be in need of a flatmate.  Now, both of us, 95% of our friends we would gladly strangle before living together, but the dynamic is interesting.  We are besties, and we could potentially live together.  We have already organised the details of our (fake) Vegas wedding.

It's just lovely to have that comfort level, and it is a different type of comfort to how I am with, I think, any of my other friends.  Most of my other close friends, I couldn't even consider living with, for various reasons.

So, yes, verbal shenanigans.  All the tales of misbehaviour.  Which we could get away with at Zapatas because it was just so loud last night.

Back to the rest of the week.  I was thumbing through Game of Thrones, the book, at Jacksonville's place on Thursday, and she basically threw books one and two at me.  She likes the TV show, but she can't stand George R R Martin's writing style.  I will consider that fair warning as I start through the books.  Must track down one of my mates to pirate the show when season four starts.

Wednesday, the haikus about the lovely evening out with Roma.  And the job interview earlier in the day, for my own job, but with the potential to go permanent.  Which would be nice.  Was easier than I expected, and the actual interview portion of the thing seemed very rushed, it was like they wanted bullet points and then onto the next rather than any full extrapolation of how my skill sets are.

I do remember my answer to what I think my team mates think of me, and to be honest, I think it could apply to me in the wider world as well.  Focussed, friendly, gets the job done, dry sense of humour.  Gets the job done of course being a positive way of saying stubborn lol.

Tuesday night was FUN.  Roma basically kidnapped me.  Well, I say kidnap in the loosest sense of the phrase.  I went over to her place, she painted my toenails (hence the entry title today), ordered me to shave my legs (still got some work to do on that, actually, or maybe I just should do it more often, or waxing could be easier), and cuffed me on her bed, both hands and feet.  Evil things were done, but instead of breaking down and being vulnerable and all, both of us mostly dissolved into fits of giggles.  Which is a damn good sign that fun is happening.

And meeting her flatmate, and the drive up to Lawley for pizza.  Was just really, really fun.

Even though I am culling a lot of my acquaintances this month, the close friends that I am concentrating on are keepers.

It's been a great week.