Kavinsky

Last Tuesday was the biggest Tuesday ever. It was so big that I have only now gathered enough strength to begin to write about it. It was monstrous.

There were some big things that happened that day. They were mostly good things. Let's see which ones I can remember.

Dad told Louise that he's going to put the centre on the market.

Richard dropped by to help with the computer problem.

I was assessed for my TAFE stuff.

There was a stack of children.

Reg had to go to the vet because he dislocated his elbow.

Erin had to go to the hospital because she had the spews and poos.

We had some Mrs Bowler's grandchildren in. They were a little disruptive.


I think that there was probably some other stuff. I can't really remember it. At the time I can remember feeling like I was in a daze and extremely tired. I can remember being extremely thankful that the next day was a public holiday.

Oh yeah, that night we had a barbecue at our house, and I received some money from my Mum's estate. And then I went to a concert at the Arena.

At the concert there was a girl who got up on some dude's shoulders at the start of the show and flashed the band. Stuart and I were standing upstairs, and she was down in the crowd near the back. A whole heap of people started hooting and hollering when she lifted her shirt up, and fair enough too. She had nice breasts. Anyways, an hour and a half later Stuart and I are standing next at the balcony when he says to me, "I think that this girl standing next to us is the one who flashed the band!" So we asked her and it was in fact her. She wasn't ashamed at all, and a pretty cool chick. I was surprised that Stuart could have picked her out, but he did well. Apparently she likes to flash at most gigs she goes to. It's her own way of saying thanks to the bands for touring to Brisbane. Good on her.

ANZAC Day was a pretty quiet day. Ria and I ate some baked goods in a park in West End. We also saw a crime foiled by an innocent bystander. These two dodgy dudes tried to steal some shirts from a rack by putting them up under their singlets.

"It's my colostomy bag!"

"Don't touch me, mate! I've got bi-polar!"

Ha! It was exciting! Good on the guy for stopping them. I didn't see them take it, but I don't know if I would have said anything. They were pretty out there characters.

Later in the day Ria and walked to where the J C Slaughter Falls used to be at Mt Coot-tha. They're not there anymore because of the drought. The drought makes me sad. Everything is extremely brown. Everything is dying. It doesn't rain here anymore. I can't remember the last time there was anything more substantial than a light spit. It makes me very sad.

To improve our emotional state and to get ourselves out of the doldrums we ate at Trang that night.

Next day was Thursday and it was a shit day. Actually, that's a lie. It's so long ago now that I can't really remember too much about it. Ria and my Dad both picked up Erin's bug, but neither required hospitalisation so that's good news. Both were in extreme discomfort though, so that's bad news. Everyone's better now though!

Friday was a day that I was glad to get out the way. It wasn't terribly exciting. I did get to watch First Descent though. It was billed as a snowboarding Endless Summer, and I guess that's true. I did make some awesome hamburgers Friday night. Ria helped. Well, she probably helped more than I did. Unfortunately for her she still wasn't feeling 100%, so I helped her by eating her hamburger too. It was awesome. I am lame and boring.

The weekend came and the weekend went. I saw Ria's grandpop jump out of a plane for his 80th birthday. That was pretty cool. I also ate alot of food for lunch. And I think that I won a speeding ticket in Redcliffe!

Sunday was made up of rescuing damsels in distress, dump trips, dumps and Bunnings. And attempting to electrocute myself whilst gardening. I didn't succeed. I also watched Children Of Men last night. It was a continuation of watching near future apocalyptic science fiction films on Sunday nights. They help with nightmares.

So in all, lots and nothing. I trimmed my beard too. I apologise for not posting more regularly. Like anybody really cares anyways.

Psyche!