listening to: john farnham - a touch of paradise; richard marx - right here waiting; five for fighting - 100 years; james ingram - one hundred ways; clay aiken - the way

was super late for an outing on saturday with 2 jc buddies, sunday lunch was cancelled cos i was running late, so it was otherwise a generally quiet weekend. had a great boardgame outing on saturday night with 3 good friends though.

aside from the somewhat less exciting (but generally satisfying) last 2 days, i've come to grasp a bit of the meaning in a book i'm reading now after that wonderful outing on friday with that bunch of lovely people: that sometimes being adventurous doesn't necessarily mean you have to go out and do something wild.

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the sun is hiding, leaving a pink scar
that stretches right across the sky
that's all we've seen so far
and all i do is look into your eyes
for that special touch of paradise