I went down ot the city on Saturday, first for rugby training (a joint exercise with the Melbourne team) in which I aggravated the twinge in my back, though it went away. I do worry, however, about what this will mean for my back in proper games this season. We were playing half contact rugby and I must have twisted the wrong way when I went to ground and suddenly my twinge muscle locked up.
I had a bit of a workout and a sauna and some lunch before meeting up for the parade. This was the first time the Mardi Gras parade didn't fall during Lent which meant it was the first time I ever had a beer before the parade with the rest of the guys.
We were right at the back of the parade, and while waiting three or four hours in the marshalling area I ran across a number of friends whom I didn't realise were in the parade. Mitzi was there and I hadn't seen her since New Year's Eve.
One of my teammates brought along five of his female friends, and it turns out one of them thought I was gay, but was quite pleased to find out I wasn't. A bit of snogging was done along with an exchange of phone numbers. I'm still very much inclined ot be single though. It took me a long time to learn to be single and now I think I would have to relearn how to be involved again. Singleness seems to permeate every aspect of how I live my life. If there is going to be any casual involvement, I suspect it might be easier to be casually involved with someone who lives far away (like in Sydney or further afield) and to have the buffer zone that comes with distance. Of course, I'm not really interested in casual sex either. That phase of my life ended a long time ago and I have no interest in revisiting it.
Unwanted groping was at a much more tolerable level this year. I did have to knock away a couple of hands, but nothing like last year. I was home by just after 1:00am and managed not to wake the rest of the family. (I hadn't mentioned what parade I was in until they asked if I was in the Mardi Gras parade. Somehow it didn't seem relevant, though it's certainly not a problem.)
On Sunday I went with the Swedes to the beach, where the water was cool and the waves were just breaking well enough to bodysurf. It's odd, but I felt less stressed with my cousin's family around than I did having my parents around recently, but then again, my parents always come with other people who don't interest me so that may explain it.
On the way down to Canberra I visited Minou and met the new addition to the family. Bunn seemed perfectly happy to rest on my chest, though not as much as he liked resting on Minou's chest. I can't imagine why.
Oh yes, and I now have a Canadian passport. (J'ai un passeport Canadien maintenant.)
In less than a month I will be off travelling again. (En moins que une mois je voyagerai encore.)
Of course, Coffee Snob told me my passport photo makes me look menacing! (Bien sur, "Café Snob" m'a dit que le photo de mon passeport me rend l'air menaçant!)