It's In Your Head

I seem to remember writing a couple of weeks ago about how I was looking forward to taking it easy and, you know, settling down a bit. I'm still waiting. Somehow this weekend went all sorts of crazy again. Let's see what was involved. There were Lions, Zombies, Petrol At Seventy Cents A Litre, Happy Days, Old Friends, New Friends, These Ones, Breasts That I Didn't Want To Look At, Pest Men With Big Moustaches, Yatala Pies, Lobster. Basically it was one of those weekends that you can't plan for, one of those ones that end up biting you on the bum and you sleep for 15 of the hours that make up Sunday. You also try to make things appear more important than they really are by giving them capital letters.

So many highlights I don't know where to begin. Perhaps at the beginning? Sounds good. So it was dinner in the Valley during Chinese New Year for Nicholas's birthday. It was a lot of fun, even if I couldn't quite say Happy New Year in Chinese by the end. It really was very nice, and kind of wholesome and a good counterpoint to what happened over the rest of the weekend. I seem to remember there being this one absolutely stunning girl in the restaurant, she had something that was a lilac colour one. She was beautiful. After this a few of us headed up to the Bowery where we perused the cocktail list. One name on the list that I hadn't seen before was the Zombie. I can highly recommend one. Only one though, because after that things have a tendency to go haywire.

So, as you may have guessed things were going kinda haywire. We moved on from the Bowery and into the Fringe so that we could go upstairs and play some pool. Luckily for us there was a room free which we commandeered. Ah, we were in there for a while. Stumpy and I harassed some people in their private room who were having a birthday party. Either it was dress up party or they were weirder than I thought. Stumpy and I made friends with the mother of the girl who's birthday it was. We called her Big Mother and I may have felt her up a bit. Whilst there I made friends with a dude who's name is Dan, but who I called Trevor. He was very friendly, I don't know why. So, a bit later Stumpy and I were feeling pretty friendly ourselves and went downstairs. Somehow the night kind of ended, there was a bit of confusion, I think that I was trying to persuade someone with an accent that I really am an okay kind of guy and that she really does want to see me naked. Apparently I wasn't very convincing.

I ended up in a cab by myself with a lovely cab driver. He stopped the meter at 35 dollars because he knew that I'd had a bit of a rough trot. He told me that I need to find myself a nice Islander girl because she would take care of me. He recommended the local church as that's where the nicest ones are. I thanked him for his advice.

Before I got off to sleep I was feeling a bit emotional and sent out a few heartfelt sms messages. I'm sure that the recipients loved the fact that they were getting words of love from me at 6 in the morning.

That's Friday night pretty much dealt with. Saturday day time was reasonably uneventful. I had a nice croissant. Let the pest man in. Read a magazine. Visited Hulk. Visited Nick. Got a phone call to from my sister to invite me to our cousin's 21st. Was told that I had to buy a present for her. Bought my cousin a very nice present from the home of great presents for girl's around my age, Thousand Island Dressing. Had some KFC. I also managed to get a bit of a nap in the afternoon because I wasn't feeling a hundred per cent.

Saturday night was pretty wild in places. I don't know if it was more wild than Friday, but I didn't have as good a grasp on reality as on Friday night. That's kind of saying something. I don't know if that makes it a better night though.

The 21st was down at the Wello and that really is almost the other side of the planet. Strange people out there. All the girls looked like hairdressers, and normally this'd be a great thing because I quite like hairdressers. Unfortunately they weren't the real deal, so I wasn't that into it. Afterwards my sister kindly drove me into the Valley. Once there I had a cheeseburger, then a zombie. My night was set. So, did a bit of this, did a bit of that. Ended up at the Family after ignoring the advice of some random. Fuck the Monastery in the arse forever.

It's been a while since I've been at the Family. In fact the last time I was there was probably the night that I don't remember being there when that photo from a couple of posts ago was taken. Still, it really is a quality club, even if it is a little expensive. I reaffirmed my love of dance music, saw Matt Smith, generally had a good time. Eventually it came time to be kicked out, so out I went.

Once outside some random asked for a phone charger. She ended up hanging around for a while. She must have been on drugs or something. She was alright though, turns out that I know a few people she knows. That's about it.

Once Timothy and I got back to my house there were some big plans, but unfortunately I let the big guy down and crashed. All day. And all night. I'm a little stiff and sore today from sleeping on the couch for 10 hours yesterday. Oh well.

So maybe it'll be this weekend that I'll start to take care of myself. I don't think that I can afford to be a loose cannon much longer. While I almost always enjoy it, the thought is constantly in the back of my head that what I'm doing isn't very constructive and holds no real purpose or offer any insight into my personality. We'll see huh?