Start the car!

Start the car, I have our next two weekends planned.

I'm sorry I had to do this to you twice in one day, but my copy of NOVA wouldn't fit in the bin properly and was loitering with intent next to me here, tempting me to see if I could do better than the cow pooh lady.

And I certainly can.

Unfortunately, we have all missed out on the SACRED PROSTITUTE FILM SCREENING, which was last Friday at 7:30 in Bronte.
Hands up who thinks that they meant the suburb of Bronte by the way?
Mine are in the down position.

Damn! We could have all had a great night out together.

Actually, to be fair, it sounded quite interesting. But then doesn't it always?
A doco about the link between exploitative sexuality and spirituality involving interviews with a rabbi, sex teachers, a Tibetan Buddhist lama, porn stars and a shaman.
Natural enemies in the wild, you would think.

But anyway, at least we can still make it to the SACRED SEXUALITY INTERACTIONS workshop next Saturday. I'll bet that's in Bronte too, 'eh.
Apparently, we can learn to feel more receptive sexually by ignoring our genitals in a large group.
Uh huh.

Good, so I'll pick you up at 1pm, it starts at 2pm and we'll all just ignore our genitals until around 5:30pm and then I'm thinking maybe Leb for dinner on Cleveland Street. Nada's is the best.

Then the following Saturday and Sunday, I'm not too sure where we need to go exactly, but once we get there we will be able to discover more about our galactic neighbours and friends.
Is that anything like when you go to your neighbours open house when they have it on the market?
I wasn't aware that I had any galactic friends.
Why don't they just get on Facebook?
What network would that be?

Anyway, these are my plans for the next couple of weekends, but I'll have to check when Souths are playing, coz that's just not on. Oh, and I do need to go to the fabric shop.

Now that my copy of NOVA has been relieved of the worst of it's burden, it fits into my bin just nicely.
It won't be bothering us again until next month. That's a relaxing thought, isn't it?