Do you ever look out the window and think "I wish I wasn't working, the weather is absolutely amazing today"? Or, in my case, have you ever thought "The weather is really nice today, but I can't think of do other than piss about on the laptop/tv"? Yeah. This weekend, however, I received a phone call from a friend asking if I wanted to go to the park for a 'picnic'. Which sounded pretty awful. When I think of picnics, I think of an English gentlemen and his upper class friends in straw boating hats eating cress sandwiches before a splendid game of cricket. But getting drunk with friends in hot weather under a large tree actually turned out to be a very pleasant experience. We also unsuccessfully climbed trees, pulled an absolutely wasted friend away from a fight from some junkies, had a slightly surreal experience with a drug dealer, and almost threw up after an experience with marijuana.
The poor bugger didn't know what hit him
So the day provided me with a lot of bloggy sort of thoughts. You know, the case for marijuana legalisation, the consequences of drinking, generic stuff like that. But today I'd like to praise bathrooms. I spent a lot of time in there after my brush with 'weed', either standing over the toilet or lying in the bath, giggling and hugging a bottle of shampoo. Thanks to the fact that I live in a developed country, almost every building I go in has a room with a sink and a toilet at the very least. A hundred years ago of course, bathrooms were virtually non existent. And for many people, they didn't properly feature in the home until the early sixties. But I love everything about them. During a party, before a job interview, after an exam, it's a place of sanctuary. Sitting on the shitter, thinking about life and all that. The lock on the door (that's usually there) means that you are completely separated from the world and it's perceptions of you, as you contemplate morality or attempt to squeeze out last nights fajitas. And after your 10th can of lager, you can sing your heart out without any fear, ignoring the nagging thought in your mind that someone is behind the door sniggering. And it's the same for the shower and the sink - they are designed to cleanse. The whole bathroom experience is one of detox, poison, in the body, or in the mind, gets washed away. That's why I love bathrooms. Or maybe it's because I can walk about naked and not get funny looks for a change. Ahem.
The university term ends soon, and I have my work cut out. I really can't make a website. Help. Aside from that, everything is peachy I guess, thanks for reading!