Friday, November 24, 2006

About wedding

While I was having a dream about bunnies in bikinis this morning, my brother tapped me on my shoulder and woke me up.
He told me that before coming home, he had a project in Auckland. It was an extension of a garage.
It was the smallest job his firm ever accepted. But they fucked it up. The car couldn't get in. The measurements went wrong.
The ceiling was dripping, they had to drill a hole through the living room upstairs, the project went over budget for $50,000.
City council might be suing the firm.
"The thing is", he said, "I'd rather be back in Auckland dealing with all that shit right now, than to walk out of this room to face this wedding this coming Sunday."

We then went out for breakfast.