Have another eye-candy: Eva Mendes in Italian Vogue

Well, it's official: Gam and I are now lawyered up. Of course that means we've had to postpone our plans for a wild weekend with a bunch of hookers because we're spending all our money on lawyers, but hey- they're young and good looking lawyers, not old and crusty ones.

One poor bastard actually had to trawl through this blog as part of his 'research'... god knows he was probably as disgusted as the cops who have to go through a suspect's bedroom with the blue light only to find it's not just the bedsheets they need to wear gloves for. I mean... apart from our naughty photo collection there isn't much we don't post here. Although since the plumber incident I don't think there's much that can embarrass me anymore.

Anyway, I feel a lot more secure knowing we have people who know their stuff dealing with this crap. After what Gam had to go through with his speech pathology degree I don't feel like taking anything lying down (in the metaphorical sense).

Ooh and we have an extra story: I caught the CityCat to the city for our appointment, while Gam drove to Southbank from work and parked in the cinema carpark, which is free when you buy a movie ticket. I purchased two tickets to the 5.15pm session of What Happens in Vegas... because that was what was showing when we expected to be done with our meeting, and we didn't fancy driving home in peak hour traffic. We wound up talking to Desmond for a while and were running probably 20-30 minutes late by the time we arrived at the cinema. We figured we'd only have missed 10-15 minutes of the actual movie, and seeing as it wasn't exactly 'must see' material and we anticipated leaving before the end, we went in anyway. First, I was amazed to see the cinema was full. Not so full that there were no seats, but there were quite a few people with single empty seats next to them. Gam politely approached a greasy, pot-bellied, 20-or-30-something dude in the back row of the front section who had an empty seat either side of him, with his bag on one of the seats, and asked him if he wouldn't mind moving over so we could sit there. Pot-belly dude refused to move. I said there was a reason that someone like that was there alone at a Cameron Diaz movie with an empty seat on either side... dude adopted a constipated expression and huddled up to his imaginary girlfriend and we left. We debated having a whinge to the cinema staff but decided seeing as we were there just to fill in time it wasn't worth it.

Tomorrow we're going to the Rocklea markets, a luxury we can afford now that we have a car... that's one of the things I was dying to be able to do- it's vegetable heaven! Huge huge bunches of herbs for $1- I made a massive jar of peso and a 1kg bucket of salsa verde last time we went. The only thing that wasn't a bargain was when I tried to buy 4 red delicious apples that were 99c per kilo and the confused-looking chick at the cash register who spoke no english insistently repeated 'two two dollar!' until we handed over 4 bucks... not going to make a scene over some stupid apples; we figured it was like paying for a performance. Two of the apples were rotten in the middle, so Keith Richards got to eat them.

Speaking of KR, his galangal root is still going. It's been chewed down to a brown, fibrous knob, but when I remove it from his house thinking he's surely sick of it he drags it right back in! Maybe I can find some cheap galangal at the markets...