Like a Diary (wrote for the very first time) Pt II
An exercise in two parts, seeing if I could recount events occurring over a number of days.
Thurday 27th July 06
Begging silently for mercy. Pleading to gods and deities - I will be a good girl from now on, just let me get through today.
Go home. Sleep. Miss yoga.
Friday 28th July 06
Stuff. Things. Ummm...
Rang Steve, raved excitedly about the imminent arrival of St John's Fergus Henderson to our shores. Marrow, tripe, liver. Yes. Steve is the ONLY other person I know that would get excited about this.
Acupuncture, Caleb. Chocolate stain on his work shirt, which I would've COMPLETELY missed if he hadn't pointed it out. No Jacques-kitty, haven't seen him for awhile. Insert pout here.
Also looked up 'Glory of Venice' performance, free tix scored via MUCS. Stumbled across the RMP website. Eyes pop out in terror as I realised ANOTHER event listed is one MUCS has been rehearsing for. It's at the Melbourne Town Hall, people are paying good money, it's with TWO other choirs (one which requires auditions) and a full orchestra. Feel slightly ill. So this is what happens when damning the consequences. Ah... she'llberightmate *gulp*
Saturday 29th July 06
Meet up with Gilla, whom I met at the Jeez Louise lady comedian workshopthingy. Introduced to the wonders of the revamped David Jones foodhall. Gilla is not a person, but a tornado. Lovely.
Evening - Royal Melbourne Philharmonic doing the 'The Glory of Venice'. Pretty. Hayley was nice enough to come along. Not REALLY the sort of thing I'd pay to go see (because I'm a pleb) but very, very beautiful.
The conductor is frighteningly prolific (and obviously mad), one of those people with a very scary resume. As well as RMP and MUCS, I think he does the children’s choir too.
Go home. Watch You Am I perform live on JTV. Saw Tim Rogers and Tex Perkins at my local noodle shop about a month ago. Would like Tim washed and sent to my room.
Sunday 30th July 06
Reading Melbourne magazine, one of those lifestyle supplement bit by The Age.
Run into Stu's room, wailing in horror as I spot a glowing review of My New Favourite Eating Place. Bastards... it's what they did with Old Favourite Eating Place.
Thurday 27th July 06
Begging silently for mercy. Pleading to gods and deities - I will be a good girl from now on, just let me get through today.
Go home. Sleep. Miss yoga.
Friday 28th July 06
Stuff. Things. Ummm...
Rang Steve, raved excitedly about the imminent arrival of St John's Fergus Henderson to our shores. Marrow, tripe, liver. Yes. Steve is the ONLY other person I know that would get excited about this.
Acupuncture, Caleb. Chocolate stain on his work shirt, which I would've COMPLETELY missed if he hadn't pointed it out. No Jacques-kitty, haven't seen him for awhile. Insert pout here.
Also looked up 'Glory of Venice' performance, free tix scored via MUCS. Stumbled across the RMP website. Eyes pop out in terror as I realised ANOTHER event listed is one MUCS has been rehearsing for. It's at the Melbourne Town Hall, people are paying good money, it's with TWO other choirs (one which requires auditions) and a full orchestra. Feel slightly ill. So this is what happens when damning the consequences. Ah... she'llberightmate *gulp*
Saturday 29th July 06
Meet up with Gilla, whom I met at the Jeez Louise lady comedian workshopthingy. Introduced to the wonders of the revamped David Jones foodhall. Gilla is not a person, but a tornado. Lovely.
Evening - Royal Melbourne Philharmonic doing the 'The Glory of Venice'. Pretty. Hayley was nice enough to come along. Not REALLY the sort of thing I'd pay to go see (because I'm a pleb) but very, very beautiful.
The conductor is frighteningly prolific (and obviously mad), one of those people with a very scary resume. As well as RMP and MUCS, I think he does the children’s choir too.
Go home. Watch You Am I perform live on JTV. Saw Tim Rogers and Tex Perkins at my local noodle shop about a month ago. Would like Tim washed and sent to my room.
Sunday 30th July 06
Reading Melbourne magazine, one of those lifestyle supplement bit by The Age.
Run into Stu's room, wailing in horror as I spot a glowing review of My New Favourite Eating Place. Bastards... it's what they did with Old Favourite Eating Place.