22 MAY 2007. TUESDAY. 10:37PM.

Friday night beers. CUT. Stuck on the freeway. CUT. Takeaway pizzas arrives cold for dinner with gals. CUT. Early Saturday start. Killing 5 lame hours at the shops. Waiting for car to get serviced. CUT. Mechanic is so darn cute but notices ring. Frowns. CUT. Breakfast ham and cheese. 4 hours and 15 minutes to go. CUT. Buys Maria Antoinette on DVD. Watch puppies play at pet shop. 3 hours and 20 minutes to go. CUT. Pay bills, mails parcels, read magazines. 45 minutes, not long to go. Yay no impulsive purchases. CUT. 10 minutes to go. Walks out with Wicthery shirt. Dammit. So close. CUT. Picks up car, say goodbye to mechanic. CUT. Drive to Subi. Meet Shaz for coffee and smoked salmon fritata. CUT. Sunday morning dim sum with the lads. CUT. Band-(ra)dar spots possible touring musicans at table. Who else drinks beer before dim sum? CUT. Sadly radar appeared to have failed. CUT. Walk off food and pick up black sesame ice cream. CUT. Home and chilled on couch with gal pals in need of company. CUT. Head out for italian dinner and more importantly to consume lots of wine. CUT.

So if my weekend was a Crown beer commercial (sorry can't find on YouTube yet), it'll kinda look a bit like that.