Busy busy weekend.

Posted 11 months, 2 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.