A tiny apartment and bad tv

We couldn't stand the apartment any more last night. It was a lovely warm evening so we walked down to Kingston, grabbed an outdoor table at a little Italian restaurant and ate some fantastic gourmet pizza. Tonight a friend is having a house warming bbq, so we are going to grab the cask and some beef steaks and sit in her backyard. We don't have all our stuff around us, let alone our circle of friends, so other than watching tv and playing games on the computer, there isn't a lot to do in the evenings. We bought books last weekend at a second hand bookstore, but we've already finished reading them. We are becoming strangely obsessive about "deal or no deal". Last night we watched it with the sound off and predicted what the host Andrew and the contestant would be saying at every stage of the game. Andrew: "The banker thinks you aren't going to be game to go any further..." Contestant "Well there's still a lot up there... What does the audience think? Well, I might just go one more...."

But for the best in trashy reality tv, a new series started late Thursday night. It was like watching a train crash. You can't look away. The premise of "The beauty and the geek" is to pair up half a dozen bimbos (all models and cheerleaders, with low IQs) with half a dozen geeks (socially inept and unattractive young men, with high IQs and prestigious jobs) and make them teach each other their skills, to perform in tests to avoid being eliminated. The guys, including "has never kissed a girl" and a guy who kept getting nose bleeds, had to learn to dance, and perform the dance on stage with their assigned "beauties". Then the girls had to answer questions based on the grade 5 curriculum. After watching them misspell tattoo and calendar, and say that to the East of West Virginia was Dakota (as opposed to Virginia), the clanger was the answer to the question "Who was the President during the American Civil War?" The response, I think was "Hoover", and when she was informed that it was actually Abraham Lincoln, she nodded sagely and said "oh yeah, D-Day".

We went and signed the lease on Tuesday night. Moving in 9 days time. We will have about 3 days to unpack and then we're going down to my Mum for christmas. In the new year we will drive back up and the cat will be freighted up to us. Can't bear the thought of 8 hours in the car with that monster. She will like that. She will get to travel by plane while we drive through the sweltering heat. It will be good, because she will have a big garden to come to, although she won't be able to call it entirely her own as there are two cats living in the apartment upstairs. That should be interesting...

For anyone who is interested, we are planning a house warming party for Australia Day weekend.