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Posted 8 months, 2 weeks ago at 9:35 am. 2 comments
It’s been an odd morning.
My alarm went off at 6:20, but I refused to be entirely roused. I’d had a late night, full of Nathan Barley and OpenTTD. It was a particularly rewarding evening.
I persuaded myself to stop pressing snooze at about 6:40 - it was then I took a better look at my phone and discovered that I had a msised call from some unknown number.
0450037385. Hrmm.
I decided to call them back, to either greet whomever I forgot to add to my new phone in the upgrade, or to inform them of their error. They didn’t answer, so I dismissed it as a wrong number, until they called this morning without leaving a message.
This piqued my curiosity.
I p0honed them back. A woman answered. An extremely cranky sound 30-40 something woman. I explained the situation, asked her how she got my number, and why she called me in the middle of the night.
She launched into an angry, questioning rant, askign if I knew a “Ken”, how old I was, why I was messaging this “Ken”, all the while building a picture in my mind of some fat middle aged bogan.
I inisisted that I didn’t know what she was talking about and hung up on her in the middle of a barrage of insults.
I sent her an sms informing her that I would prefer that she didn’t contact me again, and that I hope she sorts out her Ken dilemma.
So, if you know who this batty old woman is, please inform her of my innocence. And tell Ken to stop whoring around.
Posted 8 months, 3 weeks ago at 10:35 am. 2 comments
I don’t mind walking in the rain so much. Sure, getting completely soaked and then sitting in an air conditioned office isn’t that great. Spending time putting on makeup so I don’t get mistaken for a homeless man and then getting it all messed up? Not so great either.
Those things while not so great are bearable. Acceptable, even. Looking like a vagrant has its perks, in the form of change and not having to sit beside people on public transport.
Thoughtless idiots, however. Thoughtless idiots with umbrellas.
Thoughtless idiots with umbrellas are not bearable or acceptable.
I’m aware of the fact that I’m starting to sound like a loon, but I’m genuinely irritated by this. It’s becoming an issue.
The pathways in Brisbane? Not so wide. Most umbrellas? Unbearably huge. People in Brisbane seem to have a penchant for theiving semi permanent lawn shades and utilising them for portable protection from the elements. Unluckily for those of us who prefer to travel light, particularly in wet weather, huge umbrellas have a tendency to DRIP FUCKING EVERYWHERE.
As if the idle, passive dripping weren’t irritating enough, how about the idiots, the utter dunderheads and dimwits who are compelled for some ungoldy reason to shake and spin their umbrellas whenever they get the opportunity. I understand that it can be quite tiresome to carry around something that heavy, especially when burdened by the water they manage to catch. I understand that they’re well within their rights to liberate the water from their umbrella.
I would appreciate it immensely if they didn’t liberate it quite so liberally. I would encourage it. Applaud it. Throw imaginary roses.
What I’m trying to get at here, probably in the most roundabout way possible, is that it would be lovely if people were slightly more considerate with their umbrellas. If a girl is finally under cover, squeezing water from her formerly shiny, luxurious locks and looking slightly more comfortable under cover, please don’t wave your umbrella around like a second rate cast member of singin’ in the rain and cover her with water again.
It’s just plain inconsiderate. You fucks.
Posted 8 months, 3 weeks ago at 4:32 pm. 3 comments
This weekend didn’t go to plan.
Sure, it was much better than the previous weekend, but all the grandiose plans (or complete lack thereof) we had didn’t really eventuate. I don’t know how grandiose sleeping is, but it felt like a great idea for the entire weekend.
Once we arrived at Phoenix on Friday, with Ash and Davey in tow, things were looking good. The security guard was a bit of a douche, but the door girl was lovely, and there were vaguely familiar faces everywhere. I was pleased.
After unloading, we headed to O’Malleys for a feed. We collected Whalley from out the front, went inside and found a seat, where Ashley promptly ran into Bruce and Owen. Despite the potential weirdness, I introduced Nathan and Bruce, talked to him for a while, and eventually decided to release him back to his friends. Poor kid, I really shouldn’t have kidnapped him.
After everyone finished their meals and booze, we headed back to Phoenix. Trev had shown up moments earlier, so we found ourselves a table and had a listen to a couple of other bands while slowly getting nice and drunk. I was even more pleased.
Eventually it was time for Sakkuth to play, so I hearded Trev and Mel backstage for some pre-show photos. It became tiresome pretty quickly, so after a few drawn out good-luck kisses, I made my way out the front to get nice and close to the stage. Aside from a few mishaps from the band and a few wankers in the crowd, it was a great show. The boys were full of energy, the crowd (sans the wankers) was quite respectible, both in size and behaviour, and the sound was excellent.
The vocalist brained Whalley with his armbands. Whalley loved every second of it.
Also, Nathan looked reaaally hot on stage. I was drooling lots, which is pretty impractical while headbanging - other patrons don’t really enjoy being covered in saliva.
After they finished, we walked to the carpark, took a few wrong turns, FINALLY made it back to phoenix, packed the car up, and we were halfway through the valley when the car started vibrating furiously. Naturally, we pulled over to inspect the damage.
Fuck. Flat tyre. Joy.
I phoned people aimlessly. Nathan phoned people aimlessly. Davey sat around looking somewhat drunk.
Our phoning people aimlessly was as fruitless as we’d expected (it was 1am), so Nathan devised a plan. He waited with the car while Davey and I fetched a cab. Luckily, the first available cab we managed to find was a station wagon, so we jumped in and directed him down the dark alley we pulled into. He looked a little nervous.
Once everything was thrown haphazardly into the boot, I took my seat and directed the taxi back to my place.
It was a blessing in disguise. The flat tyre, I mean. Halfway back to Lutwyche we were confronted by the all too familiar flashing lights of the RBT roadblock - if we hadn’t gotten a flat we probably would’ve been busted for Davey’s makeshift seat and lack of seatbelt. The driver looked a little nervous again.
We were waved through the RBT without a second look.
When we got home we had a bit of a rest, reflected upon the evening and waited a little while for the booze to soak up, so we could drive Seymour back to the valley and fetch Nathan’s guitar cab.
We managed to avoid the RBT on the way there, got the cab into the car without too much trouble, and managed to avoid it again on the way back. We felt some giant diet cokes were in order, so after we stopped for a couple of those we headed home to finally get some sleep. Well, watch some Mighty Boosh and then sleep. I think I eventually drifted off on Nathan’s stomach.
Posted 8 months, 3 weeks ago at 10:06 pm. 0 comments
I hope Nathan gets home soon so we can put the tree up.
I’ve done a bit of christmas shopping - I have one of his presents out of the way, my sisters present out of the way.. aaaand noone elses. I just finished ordering Scott’s.
I figure I need to make a list. A list of people I need to buy for. And what I need to buy for them. I’ll make the list later but I’ll need some help deciding what to get people. Soo.. make some suggestions. Like what the hell do I buy my mother!
I was going to go with a George Foreman Grill but she vehemently objected. Damn woman, I’m not running anything by her anymore.
Posted 9 months ago at 2:07 am. 2 comments
Sunday itself was actually a pretty interesting day.
The weekend had already been extremely exhausting. My tendency to wake before the alarm, while pretty damn useful on weekdays, is nil but a hindrance on weekends. Sure, it provides for mornings full of kissing, and usually a nice big breakfast, but it does absolutely nothing when it comes to sprawling out in bed for a few extra hours. It’s a downright pain in the arse.
Ashley had planned an awesome BBQ, complete with vodka jelly, so we had to be up moderately early anyway.
So we woke, went through the usual morning ritual of yelling at his dumb phone alarm and contemplating breakfast, and headed out to Southbank. Lucky for us (she typed sarcastically, full of utter disdain and contempt) there was a bike race being conducted right through were I’d intended to park, and finding a path through the crowds, bikes, and other motorists, was a complete nightmare. I eventually made my way to mine/Scott’s trusty movie park, and we were on our way.
We weaved in and around a couple of cyclists, walked through the designated pedestrian crossings and found ourselves in a group mostly consisting of cyclists that’d dismounted, eager, cheering fans, or similarly disgruntled fools who didn’t bother checking that there was a major cycling event (I won’t make that mistake again) before heading out for a nice, peaceful day with their family and friends.
After I phoned Ashley to confirm where we were meeting him (and what he was wearing, as per Nathan’s request), we started to wander over to the island - a cute little area with a couple of BBQs and picnic tables, a suitable area for a quiet, secluded lunch - when we bumped into one of Nathan’s ex’s friends.
I’ll be honest, I was displeased. There was no “Hi, I’m *misc*”. No initial niceties, no “may I borrow your boyfriend”, just a “I need to talk to you”, or something equally blatant, followed by roughly a minute of stern conversation, a few scathing glances, some hugs, some more way less stern conversation, at which point I decided I was fed up with standing in the rain and I wandered across. I ended up introducing myself, with the usual polite handshake and eye contact, and for some reason, found myself getting pretty upset about the whole thing.
After a day full of consideration I suppose I may’ve overreacted - but I’m still not entirely sure I think it’s entirely appropriate to pull someone away without apology - not to mention, after a consensus, I’m not the only one who thought it was pretty fucking rude.
That said, I put my arm through his and felt myself on the verge of tears for some stupid reason - I guess I’m not so used to being confronted and glared at like I’m the bad guy. It’s not like I went on a mission to steal someone’s boyfriend. Fuck, I didn’t even know he -had- a girlfriend. And, taking into consideration that nothing happened while they were together (nothing even remotely happened), I don’t understand where the scathing looks are coming from. I’m not an evil succubus.
I came to the conclusion that I’m pretty much okay with the scathing looks though. He’s definitely worth a few scathing looks.
Anyway. We went over to the island to greet everyone - Ashley’s awesometastic parents were there. Mavis is hilarious - she’s always so friendly and considerate, and she was happy to get into the vodka jelly with me, which is something I admire. I hadn’t really spent a whole lot of time with Rod before today, but it turns out that he’s awesome too. They joke together, and they’re supportive of Ashley. I love it.
We were the first to show up - and I think the boy of the hour was worried that noone else was going to come, so I did my best to put on a super cheerful face and get into the spirit of things. The vodka helped.
I’ll finish this post tomorrow, kids. I’m really tired and my eyes are becoming increasingly heavy.