Friday night's alright

I am currently watching 'Star Trek' on Anytime waiting for Hefty to come home with a Japanese take-away. He popped home briefly to see me, then had to pop out as he'd arranged an evening out with some of his chums. He very kindly offered to bring me some goodies back from the restaurant where they're meeting, so I am eagerly awaiting Vegan Teriyaki and Tofu Steak. Never had the Tofu Steak before, but he recommends it as a starter. The Teriyaki is awesome though, so I'm most grateful for this happening.

He also brought home a beach ball which he got free with a drink at work. I am very pleased with this beach ball, as I played with it for about ten minutes before realising that I'd played with it for about ten minutes. When I blew it up, Ozzy barked. When I started chucking it about, he ran away. I shouldn't be surprised by this, as every night when we've gone to bed, he suddenly notices the lampshade on the ceiling, and spends five minutes looking up, circling it, and growl-barking at it. I mean, it's been there for two years, we don't move it, but it just goes to show that a dog's memory is limited. We have the mini one in the bedroom, and the huge one downstairs, but he never notices the huge one. My brother has also frequently been mesmerised by our lampshades though, so I'm putting it down to some kind of weird hypnotic thing that only affects those of limited memory capacity. I feel obliged to put a picture up of the shade now, as I fear I've built it up too much and am portraying something incredible (it's nice, but it's not incredible, it's just...Habitatty).



So, the gist of it is, I'm on my own again, and have managed to spout a load of nonsense about a beach ball and a lampshade. I could also tell you that I inadvertantly got chocolate oat milk in my eye, and that I spent half an hour trying to book a holiday on the Virgin website using three different browsers. They all failed, so I'm mighty pissed off, cos I've now had to order a brochure just to find out what's available. But, I did discover from reading my copy of 'Rock & Roam' (that's the Virgin Frequent Flyers Club magazine, it's a wonder I manage to be a FF when their shonky website doesn't even work) that there's a pretty cool new ride in Las Vegas (one of my intended destinations during the holiday I tried to book) called 'SkyJump.' It's basically a controlled freefall, so I'd get to do a sort of sky dive, which I've always wanted to do, but never done because my friend's brother did one and his parachute didn't open :0( (sad, and a really good reason not to do one). It would seem Vegas are trying to open more rides there, to diversify from the whole casino thing. I'm pleased about this, as I said I'd go to Vegas because Hefty really wants to go, but I'm not overly enthusiastic about it. I know loads of people who've been and said there really is loads to do other than casinos (I literally have NO interest in casinos, so much so, every time I've written that, I've put casions), but I've yet to be convinced. I know there's a Blue Man Group there though, and as we always go to see the one in Florida, I'm betting that's a good show.



I can tell you that the SkyJump ride is the only ride I'd consider. If you look at the other 'Thrills' on the site, you'll see how bat-shit scary they are! OMG Scary! I'm scared of heights, I can't go on high rides, but I did abseil once and liked it. This is why I think I'll be okay on SkyJump, but somehow, being in a vehicle and falling from a great height is a lot scarier than just me falling....that really doesn't make a lot of sense does it? Oh well, it's the truth!

Okay, I'm sleepy now, and there's no sign of my Vegan Teriyaki. I think more oat milk is in order, even if it ends up in my eye.