Procrastination Opportunist

Sometimes an outcome will never be favourable whichever way it comes out. The US Open tonight involves a showdown between Andre Agassi and James Blake. So the old pro, and old favourite vs. the wildcard who made Rafael Nadal look goofy. The up and coming star has suddenly made his mark on the world stage, and is looking to be the dark horse to win. Watching people like Federer and Dent play is boring, and more of the same, but Agassi has always been a pleasure to watch, and Blake makes the game exciting by being full of comebacks and amazing energy, just refusing to lie down and die. I don't know if I can bear to watch...

This is the best time of year for sports watching, and consequently the worst for working, as you may have guessed, this suits me just fine. Last night I watched a beautiful cricketing performance by New Zealand, only hampered by the fact they have an awful record of failure in finals. It's amazing how a team as a whole can lose confidence, but India make it look as easy as misplacing your car keys.

Went to a Bling-bling party on Saturday, hosted by my bro Graeheme's boss and his wife, at the very prestigious venue of Corstorphine house. I took Neelam, Graeheme took Michelle, and we had them over for dinner first, perhaps to contrast the differing styles between the Beck household and the local 5-star. No comparision was necessary. Arrived fashionably late and took a look round all the rooms upstairs, for everyone was busy downstairs, the ladies gossiping and the men watching the rugby, which I casually dropped in on every so often. The suites were awesome! Indian room, Moroccan room, Art Deco room, Egyptian room, French room, Scandinavian room and Japanese room. Unfortunately it was the modern equivalent of each of these cultures, so no eunuchs in loincloths waved palm fronds in any of the rooms, much to the disappointment of the girls, ho ho. Still classy though. A delicious wine and cheese spread was served soon after the game, and there was even a Bordeaux room available, in which anyone was free to enter and try a 2001 vintage... OK, not much of a vintage, but still Bordeaux. Graeheme, I and our plus ones did Ceroc dancing on the dance floor for a while, well, I did what moves I could remember, until it began to fill up with sloshed old folks dancing hard out to the BeeGees. All I wanted later in the night was a Coke, but this place was much too classy and they could only offer Heineken, Stella, Macs, Champers, Bordeaux or sparkling water. I wasn't in the mood for drinking much at all, so I opted for the weird lack of taste in sparkling water. Dancing continued well into the night, we eventually left at around 12.45am, around the same time as my old Columba school principal. Scary, am I getting older or is she getting cooler? Having us there did bring the average age at the party down to about 37, but who says oldies don't know how to get down? Here are a couple of pics.

Recently back from a day out with my kudos mate Dom, in which we assessed how much we'd achieved respectively in the past 4 years or so. Its the same thing anually, we go to the beach out at Warrington, drink coke, discuss the girls we've known/liked/brushed off in the past year. Funny thing is, we've gotten precisely *nowhere* in that regard, wondering how long we can keep achieving nothing and still consider ourselves 'young'... Well, still a while yet, hopefully. After the beach trip we went to the Truby King reserve at Seacliff. Talking about it doesn't result in too much, but took a few cool snaps :)