Last Weekend: A Photo Montage

We began by playing Guitar Hero: World Tour. Our eyes and minds started to expand.


We went for a walk to the park in the dark, and sat like ghosts in the children's play area.


Simon thought about colours, and the specifics of life.


We lay on the ground in the middle of the park and stared at the moon and the silhouettes of the trees that encircled us.


Something bit me.


It was somewhere in this grass.


Simon was concerned, and the bright flash made him wonder if any of it was really happening.


We walked home and sat on our balcony, where we were further confused by this photograph.


Up close, the world looked all wavy and wobbly.


We got naked, put a canvas on our bed, and finger painted (not a euphemism, nor a metaphor). The colours astounded us.


When our painting was done, we put it on the table on our balcony and admired it for an hour or more. Every way we turned it we saw new things, and sometime soon we are going to draw over the top of it in black marker.


The next day, Mike came around and got addicted to Guitar Hero: World Tour.


We then went to a German restaurant and ate amazing food (see posts below).


Some days later, our favourite kitty, Kitteh, came to visit.


He fell asleep. The end.

Poker and Air

Had a pretty good weekend.
Just did little things during the day with Lilly (played Mario Galaxy, walked to her Uni), and played poker with Josh, Pete and her on Saturday night (we didn't win - Pete is a semi-professional online poker player, but it was Josh that beat us).
To finish it off, Lilly and I started watching Carnivale last night. Looks cool, but I've heard that it craps out after a little while. We'll see.
Tonight is Air. Pretty excited; I've been wanting to see them since I saw the bonus live DVD that came with Walkie Talkie. It's gonna be cool, and The Tivoli should be a good venue to see them at, too.
I'm currently sitting on the bus on the way to work, and feeling rather tired. A child is screaming in front of me. At least it's warm now - it was rather cold earlier this morning. Doubtless a taste of things to come.

Listening to: the rattling of the bus. At least the child has stopped screaming. Now people talk to it. It doesn't listen.
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WEEN! LIVE!

Ok. I'm not sure how to start this. I can't think of a good way to begin the post except with a standard and uninspired "Holy fucking shit." So here we go.
Holy fucking shit.
I cannot express just how fucking mind blowing, how fucking ball busting, how fucking ROCKING the Ween concerts were. In fact, I won't just now - rather, I will start by filling you in on the events surrounding the concerts.
When the tickets went on sale, Lilly and I weren't quite sure where we would be for the concert, so we bought tickets for both Sydney and Brisbane, and figured that we could either sell the ticket for the other venue (ha) or make our way to it and see them twice. We (thankfully) ended up going to both.
Brisbane (also thankfully) was on last Friday night at The Tivoli. Ween didn't have any support acts this tour (who needs 'em when the main act plays for over 2 hours), so we got in there at about 7:30pm, for an 8:15pm start. They played through till about 11pm. Hell fucking yeah.
It was awesome. I bought a TShirt, silk flag, and button for my bag. Because of that, I couldn't afford any drinks, but that wasn't a real problem anyway, as I don't really enjoy drinking at concerts.
Here is the setlist:

BRISBANE SET LIST

Buckingham Green
Spinal Meningitis
Bananas and blow
Piss up a rope
Voodoo Lady
Your Party
Don't get 2 close (2 my fantasy)
Take Me Away
Transdermal Celebration
Even If You Don't
Object
Exactly Where I'm At
Mutilated Lips
Roses Are Free
Learnin' 2 Live
My Own Bare Hands
Wavin' My Dick In The Wind
Johnny on the Spot
Mr Would You Please Help My Pony?
Mr Richard Smoker
Fat Lenny
Pandy Fackler
The Mollusk
Ocean Man
Stroker Ace
Touch My Tooter
Dr Rock
Shamemaker
Fiesta
LMLYP

So I was pretty stoked. Both Lilly and I really wanted to hear King Billy (so many fond memories), but, alas, they played it at neither of the shows. But I was super stoked to hear Don't get 2 close, Dr Rock and Mutilated Lips. Oh, and Voodoo Lady (I would have been bitterly disappointed if they didn't play that). It was crazy cool. Deaner takes every opportunity to bust out a rockin' solo. Gene looked high as fuck. He was floating around the stage, moving like a reggae master; smiling to himself, laughing to himself, pointing at the crowd and laughing at little jokes only he understood. I think at one stage someone threw some drugs on stage for them, too. Awesome.
The Tivoli is a nice venue! It's an art deco style, and there are TVs above the bar and merchandise stall showing the concert that is going on (which I think is a nice touch). It has a mezzanine level, and is small enough so that you can't get too far away from the stage (not as small as The Anandale though). I'm gonna go see Air there at the end of this month, which I look forward to.
Oh, and I saw Amie after the gig, too.

But Lilly and I couldn't go too hard Friday night, as we had to catch our flight to Sydney the next morning, which meant being ready for the cab at 4am. Yesch.
But we did it, which meant us arriving in Sydney at around 8am (curse you, Daylight savings!).
We met Mumma at the airport, and went and had a (shit) breakfast with her, Alex and Hannah. We then had to get dropped at Carlingford in order to spend the day packing the last of our stuff into Lilly's Dad's car and his trailer. This was so that Allan (Lilly's Dad) could drive her and I back up to Brisbane on Sunday (and he could drive back to Sydney on Monday - bless him). We got almost all of our stuff (books are really all that's left in Sydney) - including the fridge, the bed, the dining table and all the other bits and pieces of life. I'll just quickly say here that it's great to have a bed again, and the semblance of a house (we're still unpacking).
So having finished packing and getting ready, we ended up in Newtown just past 7pm. We met Ross, Boggle, Linden, Boom and Carlie at an African food store, and had a small bite to eat there, too. It was good.
Fearful of crashing after a day of packing after a night of only 4 hours sleep after a rockin concert, Alex nicked 5 tablets of Mum's Dex to help Lilly and I through. So Lilly and I took our 2.5 tablets with dinner (as prescribed, haha), and were both surprised at how quickly we felt the buzz. By the time we felt this buzz, we had finished our dinner and were walking to the theatre. It was on this walk that Boom and Carlie pulled Lilly and I down the side street for a joint. Shit yeah. I wanted - and was quoted as saying - to go into orbit for this concert. I did. It was awesome. I can say with all confidence that the Sydney show blew the ass out of the Brisbane concert. To quote Dean Ween "I would have to rank this gig up there with some of my favorites of all time." You fucken heard it. In fact, he's gone on to say "Overall I would have to rank this as one of my favorite ween tours ever." So I'm thinking they could come back here again in the not-too-distant future. Fuck yeah.
Here is the setlist, it speaks for itself:

SYDNEY SETLIST
Fiesta
Take Me Away
Transdermal Celebration
Waving My Dick In The Wind
Mr Richard Smoker
Learning To Love
Voodoo Lady
Your Party
Spinal Meningitis
Buckingham Green
Happy Colored Marbles
Back To Basom
My Own Bare Hands
Touch My Tooter
Gabrielle
Zoloft
I'll Be Your Jonny On The Spot
Object
Bananas And Blow
Piss Up A Rope
Frank
The Final Alarm
Booze Me Up And Get me High
The Mollusk
Ocean Man
Mister Would You Please Help My Pony?
Tick
You Fucked Up
ENCORE:
Nan
Stroker Ace
The HIV Song
Fluffy
SECOND ENCORE:
Buenas Tardes Amigo

Oh shit yes. Holy balls. How awesome is that list? Still, notable lack of King Billy and Push Th' Lil Daisies (they played Daisies in Adelaide though, which makes me want to follow them around the country next time they come out - especially as Adelaide was such a tiny venue).
But wow. What a show.
Before they started, someone in the crowd was inflating and distributing blue balloons, which I thought was a nice touch. Also, a giant white volley ball appeared and bounced around for a while, and then during the show a blow up doll made it's way onto the stage. Cool things. All more interesting than the Brisbane concert.
During Zoloft, Boom and I sparked up another J, and it was perfect. They were playing this huge guitar solo as an outro to it, and it was amazing. When it ended, I was screaming my delight, absolutely blown away by the magic of the moment, when they started the solo again. They knew I wanted more, and they delivered - I never wanted that moment to end. When that second solo ended, I was in ecstasy, writhing with bliss, exultations of supreme joy leaving my body. Then they went back into the solo for a third time. They sealed it. Best fucking band ever. It was magic. It was Earth moving. It was a defining concert of my life. The sheer diversity of the styles they played is a testament to their awesome. Man. I cannot say enough how fucking awesome that show was. Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking awesome. Fucking one of the very fucking best concerts I've ever fucking been to. Fucking wow. Fucking fuck. Wow. Fuck. Fuck wow. You get the picture.
Actually, during the show, it appeared that Claude (the drummer) was telling the others of a sore hand. It also seemed that they changed the setlist because of that. Actually, between shows you could see the band talking and deciding what song to play next - which is awesome. If I was nearer the stage I would have shouted out "King Billy" or "Reggaejunkiejew." But I didn't.
I ended up taking about 720 pictures, and about 10 minutes (maybe?) of video. There were about 340 photos taken at The Tivoli, with a similar amount of video. I'm going to sort the photos ASAP, as well as optimise the videos and post them both to the web. I'll post the links here when they're up.
But wow.
And Buenos Tardes. I can't express it in words.
Unfortunately, when Boom, Carlie Lilly and I got inside (after losing the others and going to smoke a spliff), I called Ross and found out that they were in a different section to us. So that was a big disappointment; that I couldn't see Ween play with those that I had grown to love them with (Jon included - oh man I wish you coulda been there - I really hope you can make it to see them in Amsterdam). So that would be my one request for improvement - to have been right there with more of my mates.
After the show we met up and went back to Ross' (very, very cool) new pad in Newtown. Being on a dex binge (and despite knowing I had to be up at 5:30 the next morning), Lilly and I stayed there for a little while. Boom and Carlie soon left, and Linden went to bed, but a friend of Ross' came around (his name was Jon, I think) and we ended up going to a pub. While at the pub Lilly was checked out by a chick. Hehe. Not a bad looking lesbian either, one of the good ones. Chance of a threesome, I wonder?
Unfortunately amphetamines have a habit of putting me inside my head after a while, and this combined with the loud music meant I wasn't at my social best. We soon left the pub (primarily Gothic types there), to head to another. By now it was nearly 3am (I think, or was it nearly 2am? Daylight savings, I curse you again!), so Lilly and I decided it was time to go home. Sleep didn't come easy, and was restless, but the amphetamines made it easy to wake up. We piled into the car and were on our way to Brisbane. I am very happy to say that the trip went off perfectly. We made great time (12 and a half hours including unpacking) and the unpacking also went of flawlessly. Fanfuckingtastic. I don't think I would have been able to handle a disaster.
To celebrate, Allan, Lilly and I headed out to West End for a fucking delicious (and well priced) Greek dinner. The garlic sauce rivalled even Abdul's in strength.
All up a fucking BRILLIANT weekend.
5 stars.

EDIT: Videos from the concerts can be found on my YouTube Channel. Enjoy.

WEEN!

I just bought my Ween tickets!
Woohoo! I've been waiting YEARS to finally see them, and now I get to! Thanks for comin' out, guys! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Because I'll be livin in Brisbane when they play, I decided to buy both the Brisbane and Sydney tickets. So I get to see them TWICE!
Brisbane will be Friday the 29th, and Sydney will be Saturday the 1st.
Gonna be the best weekend ever.

Oh, and yesterday I bought Amon Amarth tickets. They play on the 6th Jan. Best warm up to a birthday ever.
So happy!

Listening to: Amon Amarth - With Odin on Our Side (Album - just gettin myself in the mood. Hell yeah.)

Talan's 21st

Man. What a party. I only remember two things after the speeches; falling off of a bale of hay, and sitting next to the toilet. I don't remember throwing up, but Ally said she had to flush spew, and my teeth felt like I had thrown up.
I can say with fair confidance that I drank too much.
But what an awesome party it was. Totally awesome.
I'm currently in Cessnock waiting for pizza. I hope I can stomach it.
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Tristan's 24th Party Photos

I've just finished uploading photos from Tristan's 24th Birthday Bash.
Funny that I call it "Tristan's" when it was actually on Belinda's 24th Birthday, but because Belinda had her party the night before, this year I give Tristan the rights to the 11th August.
I ramble.
Just look at the darn photos...

Unemployment Rules.

Details later...
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Details here:
Yeah man. You heard me. Unemployment rules.
Leanne took Monday off and we decided to go on a picnic at West Head. It was absolutely fucking beautiful. We picked a little out-of-the-way track and followed it to a beautiful little rocky outcrop, and had our lunch there. Then we followed the path out to a beautiful lookout. Pictures soon.
So yes. I am grateful that Scott The Cock fired me. I have also applied for a job in Perth (wish me luck). If that fails, then there are still very many jobs to apply for.
But for the moment, I'm happy to not have to worry about getting Premier Illawarra finished. I'm happy to not worry about if all the Section Points are in the correct locations.
I'm happy to have all the time in the world to unwind and spend with my girl.
Unemployment rules, if only for the moment.

The Sea Washes it Green

The Sea Washes it Green
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And a lovely day at the beach it was...

Glorious Sunshine

Glorious Sunshine
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Its beautiful day today and im driving to the beach.

Goodbye Winter

Goodbye Winter
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What a beautiful day!
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Happy Birthday Tristan!

Happy Birthday Tristan!
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Dirty McHorny McWhackWhack!
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Pie!

Pie!
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Out for Tristan & Belinda's Birthday. Pie, mash, peas and gravy for dinner. Fuck yeah.
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Yet Another Weekend Up At The Hunter

What is it now? 5 weeks in a row? I don't know... but I've been up at The Hunter every weekend for while now. I suppose it's good that I get use out of it before it sells... if it sells.
But it was good weekend.
Mike, Leanne & I went up for a smoke.
We were on clouds, we became planes, we flew through the air and across the hills, waving at the little people...
Indeed. Fun.
We ate too much, though.
Altogether too much.
I need to start eating better. And probably exercising, too.
This shall happen this week.

I am seeing Black Sabbath with Ben this Wednesday. We're seeing it in Newcastle (Bogan HO!), and as such, I've taken the following day off of work. It's funny; I hate work, but I hate taking days off work because we don't get paid for them. I actually entered into a bit of an argument about not being able to work up hours for days off with my manager on Friday. I'm trying to find out if what they are doing is legal. The lady at my recruitment agency isn't very helpful, though.
Sigh.

Hunter Valley Madness

Hunter Valley Madness
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Mike, Leanne & I at Bimbadeen Lookout, in the Hunter Valley, NSW, Australia.
Havin an awesome weekend.
TO THE WINERIES!
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Coming Weekend

Wednesday night saw the birth of the idea of going up to the Hunter with Leanne, Mickey, and Ross and smoking some green.
Turns out Ross can't make it.
Leanne has now been offered to work tomorrow (Saturday) at double-time. So she is seriously considering that offer.
Mike and I will still head up tonight, though.
So, if Leanne decides not to come up tonight, we will meet her at Morrisett after work. This also means we will have Yummy Thai (that's actually the name of the restaurant) for dinner, which will be nice.
Mum is mega-stressed at the moment, and she will be coming up, too - so that'll be nice. I said I'd shout her dinner.
So. Yet another weekend spent up at The Hunter.
Sorry guys.

Jenny's Birthday Hunter Adventure

Yet another weekend spent up at the Hunter.
Only this time it was with Leanne's family. It was Leanne's Mum's (Jenny) birthday last week, and she decided to head up to the Hunter in celebration.
Jenny and Allan hired a cottage at Millbrook Estate, which was very lovely. Not only was it pretty, but the wine was awesome.
Ross may remember it - we went there in the Kombi with Connie and her friend, a thousand moons ago.
We arrived up in the Hunter on Friday night, but didn't do anything interesting (Leanne and I stayed at the Cedar Creek house - Mum came up, but didn't arrive until midnight or so. In fact, we barely saw Mum on the weekend, and Leanne's parents didn't at all. Bit of a shame.
Jenny & Allan came around on Saturday morning, and we drove down to Wollombi in the hopes of visiting the Horse Heaven Gallery. They were meant to be open, but unfortunately they were closed. Which sucked. So we decided to try again the next day.
So we drove up to Stonehurst (Cedar Creek), and tasted their wines. Jenny and Allan bought a case of wine at the 50% off sale (all storm damaged cases are 50% off).
We then drove to Jenny and Allan's place at Millbrook Estate for some more wine tasting.
It was really nice (possibly better than Cedar Creek... shhh...). He makes them all on-site, which is nice in itself. So I bought some wine, and as a birthday gift to Jenny, paid for the bottles she wanted. This totalled over a case between us.
By now I was feeling a little tipsy, and was very keen for lunch, as we all were.
So we drive over to Country Farm Delights in the Hunter Valley gardens. They are now called something different, but it's the same owner, and the food is actually even bigger now. I used to always get their Savoury Mince; two slices of toast, flavoured mince on top. Craving it, I ordered it this time. Only now it's 4 slices of toast, mince and a ton of bacon. Check it out. Crazy awesome.
So we were all so full afterward, and not looking forward to dinner.
Oh yes, dinner. We planned to go to The Australia Hotel in Cessnock (more specifically, the Swill & Grill within The Australia Hotel), but, as has never happened to me before, they were booked out. I blame the concert. So that was a bit of a shame. Instead we went to Harrigan's Irish Pub. I'm very glad that Leanne and I decided to share dinner, because there was altogether too much food.
In the mean time, Leanne's brother, Aaron, and his girlfriend, Kate, were heading up to meet us.
We met them at my house, and bummed around there for a little bit (I showed them the place), then went to meet Jenny and Allan, and head off to Harrigan's for dinner. You already know that we ate there. It was good. We were full.
Afterward we went back to Jenny and Allan's place and had cheese and dessert wine. Mmmmmm.
Then Aaron, Kate, Leanne and I went back to mine and bummed around again - we were too tired to drink, and I had a headache from drinking that day anyway.
Earlier in the day, Philippa from Cedar Creek told us of the Wollombi Ball that was on that night - and we had all intentions on going - only after Harrigan's we were so full and tired, and it was already 9:30pm, and it was so far away... so we didn't. Shame. It would have been good.
So, Saturday night wasn't the event we thought it would be, but it was fun nonetheless. Unfortunately, Aaron had to be in Sydney by 1pm, so he left around 10am, so we didn't get to do anything with him on Sunday. Another shame.
But Jenny and Allan came over, and we went back down to Wollombi in the hopes that Horse Heaven was open. Wasn't. Bitch.
So we drive back to mine, and were side-tracked by Lavender Gate Farm; a lovely little café on the way home. We popped in there for a light lunch, and ended up getting a lot more than expected.
We ordered a pizza and a mezze platter, and it was plenty. Unfortunately (so many unfortunates...), they burnt it, but bless them, they didn't charge us for it. Plus I get a locals discount of 10% off. Great days.
Jenny and Allan headed back home after that, but Leanne and I stayed up at Cedar Creek and waited for Mum and Pete/Talan. They had to come up to drop Pete/Talan off at College, so we went out to dinner with them, and Pete/Talan's friend Sharon. We went to the Swill & Grill. Good food. So full.
We then had to drive to Maitland to drop them off, and then back to Cedar Creek to pack, and then back to Carlingford, and then Mum had to drive back to Newport. Poor dear.
Me being the big old nerd that I am, decided to map the way from Tocal (Pete/Talan's college) back to Cedar Creek. I really wanted to do it from Cedar Creek to Sydney, but the GPS reception on my phone is so poor, that I have to hold it up to the window the whole time, and couldn't be fucked doing that for a further hour-and-a-half. What's groovy about my phone is that I can export my journeys to Google Earth. So I did as such and had a good ole gander at the journey. I need to look into the ways it can be represented though.
Anyhow.
So. That was my weekend.
I was so fucked Monday morning, that I took the day off, and ended up getting that much needed haircut (those following my Jaiku stream would already know this). There are some photos here, if you want to check them out. It's hot. I also posted to the Haiku channel about it here.
And I think that's it.
Have fun, and keep it real.

Listening to: Cradle of Filth - Thornography (Album - super hot metal. The caffeine injection I just had helps with the awesome)

The Cross and The Hunter

Not a bad weekend.
One of Tristan's mates (Cam) came up from Melbourne for a few days, so the two of them were keen for some time on the town. It also happened to be one of Tristan's acquaintances' birthdays, and she arranged for Tristan + 3 to be on the door of some club in The Cross. So after work I went home, got ready and was dropped off at Tristan & Belinda's by 8:30pm.
We then drove out to Balmain to meet Ross and grab some drinks. The others grabbed some noodles (I'd already eaten) before we went to The London for some Golden Ale. Ross & Cam also lost at pool. Cam seems a good bloke. Awesome tattoos, and good taste in metal. One of his friends knows Devin Townsend from Strapping Young Lad (and many other projects). Fucken awesome.
So, after pool and drinks, we caught the ferry to Darling Harbour, and couldn't help but stop at the Squire's Brewhouse. I had some IPA, but shortly moved onto Scotch & Coke.
If you want, you can follow the night's progress on Jaiku to the left.
Anyway.
After those drinks we decided to head to the cross. Got a cab over. We weren't immediately allowed in because the three others were wearing sneakers. Actually, that wasn't entirely the reason, coz there were plenty of people in there wearing sneakers, we just weren't cool enough. But Tristan called his friend, and she came out and let us in.
The Cross is a funny place. Full of little bars that are full of people who are full of themselves. The place really wasn't that much different from any other place I've been to - no real reason to keep it elite.
Anyway.
The brother of Tristan's friend was mental for Jaegerbombs, and was up for a challenge, so he bought me one. Unfortunately, he'd been drinking for a fair bit longer than me, and was kicked out before I could return the favour. I feel a little bad, but I honestly don't think he'll remember anyway.
So we stayed at that bar for a few hours. I got nicely toasted. A little while after that I got fucking wankered.
We skipped out sometime around 2am maybe.
I wanted pizza, but we ended up going to a titty bar. Was kinda cool - I like tits after all. They had porn on the TV. We sat around there for a bit. Cam bought a round of beers. We drank the beers - some Coopers flavour I'd not seen before. It tasted like shit. About half way in, we noticed that, in fact, it was non-alcoholic beer. What the fuck! Those wankers! Cam was furious. I tipped mine onto the carpet. We left.
I remember seeing Ross about to hop into a cab, so I joined him. We went to George St. 3 Wise Monkeys was closed. So was some other pub... Cheers maybe? Anyhow. We met up with some guys that went to Ku-ring Gai High. They knew a few people we knew. I drank some more. I was very drunk. I lost at pool.
We then went home. We got a cab back to Ross' and Leanne (bless her) picked me up. I got to bed at 6am.
I woke up at about 1:30pm, drunk. Not just tipsy... drunk. It was embarrassing to have to talk to Leanne's parents when they knew I was drunk. I helped Allan move my old wardobe down to the street coz it was council clean-up. Within 10 minutes some scavenger had come along to pick it up. Allan told Leanne and I that the guy thought he could get $120 for it, when we talked to the guy himself, he said about $30... so I don't know what happened there.
Michael Kirk Patrick is back in Sydney, so he wanted to go out. But because I was still drunk, there was no way in hell that I felt like going to a pub that night.
Leanne's friend, Sal, was up at the Hunter with some friends, so Leanne was keen to go herself, and looking forward to some relaxation after the previous night's drinking, we decided to go up.
So, I felt bad once again not seeing Michael Kirk Patrick, and am determined to meet up with him for dinner some time this week. Maybe Hardeeps... I wonder if he likes Indian? Hardeeps would be good.
So Leanne and I headed up to The Hunter; I sat drunk in the passenger seat, moving between energetic and hung over.
Leanne and I had a lovely night in (we cooked lasagne), and visited Sal et al the next day. We met them at Tambourlaine Winery. I like that Winery. We bought Jenny (Leanne's Mum) a bottle of rasberry liqueur, as it was her birthday the day before. We had lunch at Oscars in the Hunter Valley Gardens. It was all very nice.
When Leanne and I got back to my place, we decided it was so lovely there that we would spend another night (as we are tempted to do every Sunday afternoon). So did.
This meant setting the alarm for 4:10am (to beat the traffic).
We ended up loafing in bed until 4:50/5am, but before leaving to go to Sydney, but I still got into work by 8:15am, so no real drama - and because it's Monday morning, I was the second one in.
I feel tired. I think I will need coffee today.
Josh isn't in yet (will he be in later?) which means I will have a lonely lunch... sucks.
So, there you go.
My weekend, including drunken shenanigans...

R-I-P-P-E-D

Man. I got absolutely ripped at Mickey's last night.
It was sick.

S-T-O-N-E-D

Maaaaaan I got SO FUCKING stoned last night with Mickey and Simon...

It was the best drug experience I've had.
I started hallucinating.
I waved my hands in front of my face and they shimmered and staggered, my interlaced fingers suddenly diaphanous in the light of the bare bulb on the ceiling.
I got stuck for ages with my hands hovering over my face and my elbows stuck out in the air - I couldn't move them and they rested there perfectly cushioned by invisible forces.
Mickey and Simon were kilometres away, but also overwhelmingly close, looming like giants above my head. They sat on the couch and discussed my future like god and the devil, or the two halves of my conscience.
I was pinned on the wall and their couch was lying on the ground. Forever.
We lived in roving boxes.
Spinning planispheres blurred my vision to a hollow rounded point.
I laughed so much I cried and my tears were thick and solid, a tangible paste or goo like honey.
My breathing was going in circles and I could feel my chest slowing down and speeding up, my breath falling behind the physical action of my breathing, like a yoyo trying to catch up with its future self.
I ate handfuls of dorittos at a time.
Everything was square and curved.
Glowing, sparkling, living, shining, squeaking, shaking, roving, squeezing...
My feet got stuck in the concrete of the floor. I couldn't move them and they were sitting there below the floor on an angle even though I was lying down with legs straight out. I was mired, completely, chained and sunken ankles trapped and swallowed, engulfed.
Light above, dark below, laughter in the middle.
I made myself sit up occasionally and pretend that I was capable of passing the orange juice.
I smoked more because it was so awesome.
They were pure weed, and I hardly coughed.
Mickey smoked the cardboard roach.
I like Mickey.
Simon videotaped me talking to Mickey about my breathing.
I had to keep my eyes squeezed to an almost-shut so that I could see them properly, sitting on the couch.
They never moved from the couch.
They talked from a long distance away but I loved them.
Michael K came over for the first time but we weren't sure he was there because he wasn't there for very long, just enough to laugh at us I think. It was a mass hallucination. He never came at all until the second time he came and sat in the King's chair that Mickey keeps in the red multimedia room.
The room was made of smoke.
Simon and Michael talked about geek phone stuff and Mickey and I just drifted off.
This is the most stoned that I have ever been.
I am not telling this story in chronological order.
It was FANTASTIC.
I have never been STONED before man.
My feet were stuck in the gound.
My hands were spinning over my eyes.
My god was a dream.

Better Weather Picture

Better Weather Picture
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Here is a better picture of the fucking beautiful weather I talked about earlier.