Blue Jean Baby
I'm sitting at my desk, listening to Emilie Simon, and fighting a loosing battle against a headache that woke me up. That is not completely accurate. I was woken up by my builder, who is in the midst of installing my bathroom, all the while blarring Triple M just meters from my bedroom. However, without this headache, I might be tempted to go back to bed.
Instead, I'll reflect on the festivities from last night, which are coincidentaly the cuase of the headache in the first place. The wonderous Sir Miles (who I am assured lives in the LJ community, though concealed from mere humans such as myself) had his birthday festivities drinks last night. Located at what has now become the "traditional" Australian Hotel, we shared drinks with some rather interesting figures.
Once again, when I'm in a situation with people that I don't know, I never fail to make a complete ASS of myself within the first 5 minutes of arriving. I get the strange unruly feeling that most of Mile's friends think I'm a total psycho; an opinion that I shan't be trying to disuade them from. They were a nice enough bunch of people, all things given, and I pray to Iesha that this is not the last time that we all share a drink together.
In particular, I was pleased to meet one very "cleavagey" [sic] young evil doer. She is on LJ, but I don't know what the etiquette is with putting her name on this, so as usual, I'm going to go for vague references. Anyways, she was the one person that actually went out of her way to say that I was a total freak, and that she wanted to be seated as far away as possible from my deranged ramblings. That is until we found the ultimate connection: Buffy! Turns out we were both at the convention in Melb, on the same day! Moreover, she is a writer, interested in the goth scene, smells really great (what am I... a dog?) and does body slammers with the best of them. What can I say..... it was too good to pass an oportunity to propose, and now it seems as though I'm joined in unlawfull matrimony. Not sure what that means, but by principle I like the sound of it.
From the Australian the brigade suandered towards the Three Wise Monkeys, only to finish up in Cheers bar. Yes, we all stood around singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" in front of a screen with a complete random stranger, in true pub drunkeness. Could I be any whiter if I tried? I think I even said G'day at some point. Very strange.
I did have wine instead of beer at some point.. surely I can reclaim some ethnicity this way? Regardless, I sit here contemplating the headache, and realise that overal, the night was worth the slight disconfort of my brain. In fact, given that I do not have to "think" anymore (uni is over), I cannot think of a more startling way of passing a night.
Instead, I'll reflect on the festivities from last night, which are coincidentaly the cuase of the headache in the first place. The wonderous Sir Miles (who I am assured lives in the LJ community, though concealed from mere humans such as myself) had his birthday festivities drinks last night. Located at what has now become the "traditional" Australian Hotel, we shared drinks with some rather interesting figures.
Once again, when I'm in a situation with people that I don't know, I never fail to make a complete ASS of myself within the first 5 minutes of arriving. I get the strange unruly feeling that most of Mile's friends think I'm a total psycho; an opinion that I shan't be trying to disuade them from. They were a nice enough bunch of people, all things given, and I pray to Iesha that this is not the last time that we all share a drink together.
In particular, I was pleased to meet one very "cleavagey" [sic] young evil doer. She is on LJ, but I don't know what the etiquette is with putting her name on this, so as usual, I'm going to go for vague references. Anyways, she was the one person that actually went out of her way to say that I was a total freak, and that she wanted to be seated as far away as possible from my deranged ramblings. That is until we found the ultimate connection: Buffy! Turns out we were both at the convention in Melb, on the same day! Moreover, she is a writer, interested in the goth scene, smells really great (what am I... a dog?) and does body slammers with the best of them. What can I say..... it was too good to pass an oportunity to propose, and now it seems as though I'm joined in unlawfull matrimony. Not sure what that means, but by principle I like the sound of it.
From the Australian the brigade suandered towards the Three Wise Monkeys, only to finish up in Cheers bar. Yes, we all stood around singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" in front of a screen with a complete random stranger, in true pub drunkeness. Could I be any whiter if I tried? I think I even said G'day at some point. Very strange.
I did have wine instead of beer at some point.. surely I can reclaim some ethnicity this way? Regardless, I sit here contemplating the headache, and realise that overal, the night was worth the slight disconfort of my brain. In fact, given that I do not have to "think" anymore (uni is over), I cannot think of a more startling way of passing a night.