Coffee, the weekend and a stupid haircut.

You know. It ain't so bad.
Been drinking a fair bit of it lately. I see what people have been going on about all these years. My fear of becoming dependent still looms above me, but I really enjoy it now.
It started as strong short blacks with one sugar, but this morning it was a large strong long black with 3 sugars. I'll be buzzing in a moment. A good thing, coz I was falling asleep on the train.
The weekend was good. Went 'round to Mike's place on Friday night, but didn't get there until late. Bought a bottle of vodka, but didn't drink that much of it. Had two shots of 151, and I guess that was enough. Well, not quite enough, as I still had two mixers, but you know... the 151 was largely enough.
Woah. I feel that coffee kicking in about now.
Anyway. We drank a bit, and then decided to do that lightning-bolt Mohawk that I wanted a few weeks ago. Mike misunderstood my instructions of shaving a lightning-bolt into my head, as shaving a lightning bolt into my head. So it was a kind of reversed Mohawk - although of course nothing like a Mohawk. I might also add that it was shaved in - i.e. with a razor. So the only way for me to get rid of it right now is to razor the rest of my head. But for the moment I'm sticking with it...
So yeah. Really stupid hair... but I kinda like it. You can see a photo of it on my MySpace (link to the side).
After cutting my hair, we rolled up the last of my green (from a few weeks ago), and smoked a fatty. Fun.
Saturday was spent voting (well...), and Saturday night I was to meet up with Tristan, Belinda and Boggle to see Lady Sovereign. Ha. Lady Sovereign. Woah man, I nearly forgot about the double-choc-fudge-brownies that Leanne and I bought while voting! Only $3 for the whole plate! Oh man! It ain't voting day without some kind of cheap, mother-baked goods! We also bought a sausage sizzle. Man. Voting day rules. Holy cow those double-choc-fudge-brownies were tasty. Tasty, melty goodness.
So I met up with Tristan at Bel's place at around 4pm (they paid me out for my hair), hung around there for a wee bit, then went to the Longueville for dinner and a few beers, ran into Belinda's brother there (who paid me out for my hair) then caught a bus to QVB (the Bus driver paid me out for my hair), to catch a cab to The Forum (in the "Entertainment Quarter"). Called Boggle - who was in Bondi - and he said he'd call us when he got in. There was a line outside, so we went to the Fox + Lion for a few more beers. Still full from dinner. The bouncer there paid me out for my hair.
By 9pm we headed in. Security paid me out for my hair. The guy called the others over, and insisted that there was a dress code, and that I wasn't allowed in with hair like that (bastard...). But the ticket lady said that with hair like that I should go to the front of the line. Awesome.
Upon entering, we realised that Lady Sovereign wasn't on until midnight... so more expensive drinks. Silly me bought a jägerbomb and a Soco and Coke for Tristan. $22. Oops. No more jägerbombs for Simon. We stuck to the Smirnoff Blacks from then on (2.1 standard drinks for $9... we figured they were the best value). So Tristan and I got a little drunk. Unfortunately for me though was that I also got broke.
Met up with Boggle in there (ran into Alison at the bar)... thanks for calling, Boggle.
He'd been drinking since 3pm (4pm?), so I guess that's understandable.
The DJ that was on was picking pretty good tunes (some Mickey Avalon, Presets, ODB, among others), so it wasn't terrible. Just 3 hours.
I was messaging Leanne when one of the girls next to me asked to borrow my phone afterward. When I finished messaging her I put my phone away. A little while later she again said that she wanted to borrow my phone, I asked why, and she replied that she wanted to give me her number. Ha. Forward. I talked with her for a bit, and after informing her that I was taken, she informed me that she was a lesbian... ok(?). She also said that she'd recently slept with a guy... ok(?). Strange girl. She was dancing with me (too closely...), so I told her that she was the most forward lesbian I'd ever met. She also said that she thought Belinda was a bit of alright, and told her that. I was messaging awkward messages to Belinda throughout this ordeal. Strange girl. Oh, I nearly forgot! After I told her that I was committed to a girl, she said if my girl and I ever wanted to meet up with her for a drink, that she'd like to do as such. Hmmm.... awkward (?). Oh! And I nearly forgot again! At one point she turned to me (strangely enough after I told her that I was committed) and asked "Are you gay?" and I'm like, "no!" so she asks, "and you've got a girlfriend" and I'm like "yeah," so she replies "So what's with the hair?!" Hahaha. Stupid hair.
So yes. Strange "lesbian."
The concert itself was good fun. Boggle went down to the dance floor for it, but Tristan, Bel and I stayed up in the wings (wings? I don't know what else to call them). Boggle nearly came when she played Pretty Vacant by the Sex Pistols. He was wearing his Sex Pistols shirt, so when they played it, he got a lift up above the crowd (that "crowd surfing" that is so popular with the youth these days), and showed his shirt to her. She gave him recognition. Awesome.
After the show finished, we ran into Boggle and Co. at the exit, and we decided to go to Bar Broadway for the after party. We caught a cab over, and I spent the last of my money on it. Earlier on in the night I joked to Tristan and Belinda that I would get into a fight over my hair, but then we decided it would be funnier if I got into a fight with a guy wearing a Sega shirt (I was wearing my Mario shirt - along with my usual NES belt buckle). When we were sitting at Bar Browadway, a guy wearing a Sonic The Hedgehog shirt walked by. I pointed him out to Tristan and I said that I had found the guy I had to fight. The guy walked outside and sat down by the window with a mate. Tristan convinced me that I should walk out there and tell him that he was in Nintendo territory. So we both went out and I was like "Mate, what the fuck do you think your doing here? This is Nintendo territory!" I then pointed to Mario on my shirt. The guy was like "Nah, man! I own a Mario shirt too!" I told him he was a traitor. Tristan told him to go across the road with all the other Sega guys. We talked about my buckle for a bit, and whatever else, shook hands in farewell, and went back inside. Funny. I was unsure what the guys reaction was going to be, so I was happy that it was positive.
We lost Boggle at that bar (he was still with his TAFE friends), and we couldn't be bothered paying the $5 entry fee for the official after party. So we just left (I'm unsure if it was 2 or 3am by this stage... I think 2am). Wet to Maccas and then caught a cab back to Tristan/Bel's, and Leanne picked me up and took me back home. I don't want to eat Maccas any more. So seedy. Overall it was an awesome night (although I feel I owe Tristan a fair few drinks).
Sunday I slept-the-fuck-in, but decided to get up by about midday. Then remembered that daylight savings ended, so it was only 11am! Yay! Leanne and I decided to go out for brunch, and by the time we got our shit together, we thought it was good time for pizza. So we went to the nearest Italian restaurant in the Yellow Pages, which was one in East Ryde... or was it North Ryde... I don't remember. We ate an olive pizza and a tasty beef, fetta, capsicum and onion pizza. We ordered enough for leftovers, but we only left 2 pieces...
I was due to meet Nat at about 5pm, and seeing that I was still buggered from the night before, we just went home afterward (boring), so I could have a nap.
Got to Nat's at about 5:30pm (thanks for the lift, Lilly! Much appreciated), and just shot the shit there for a while, and then walked into Chatswood for Chinese. Pretty tasty actually. Not mind-blowing, but passable.
Shot the shit in Chatswood, then walked back to Nat's place and shot more shit. Leanne came around to pick me up at around 9:30pm, but we all stayed until about midnight telling stories. Fun. I like Nat. Always has a good story to tell... although he confirmed what I had suspected for some time, and that is that he doesn't let the truth get in the way of a good yarn. It's an interesting concept, and one that I've come across before. That you are taking the job of a story teller, and it's largely inconsequential if it actually happened or not. He has a blurred line between reality and imagination... he should write more. He's trying to get me to take a week off work to help him shoot this film, but seeing I don't get paid leave, I'm not so keen to lose $650 helping someone out. Actually he wants me to quit my job and go with him for the ride to the top. Yeah, sorry Nat, not so keen on the movie industry. I'd like to help out when I can though, I just can't afford it right now.
So that was my weekend. I've taken about an hour to write this at work (don't tell my manager), so that's a nice paid bludge.
I wonder what I would have thought about my future self if I could somehow have been shown this blog 7 or 8 years ago. What made me think that was that I buy mixers now, and in year 10 I was fervent that spirits were there to be shot, not mixed. A funny thought to trigger that idea, but it triggered it nonetheless. Am I how I thought I would have turned out? Would I have been happy with where my life is right now? With my actions that got me here? Questions that are probably too ponderous for a Monday morning, when I've already wasted an hour of TCard's time...
Anyhow. Off to work.

Listening to: TZU - Smiling at Strangers (I want to get the double CD version of this album... I'll be miffed if it disappears when I had all intentions of buying it last year...)