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after such a quiet weekend that involved such things as staying home and saving money, then going out shopping and spending it all on things such as gym shorts with built in underwear (!?!), i had that look in my eye for a bit of a crayzee style monday night cup eve. having so much energy to burn, i gymmed it after work, and then came home to make forms of plans. walked to the retreat in lieu of brunswick green renovation induced closing. several jugs, a long awaited chicken kiev (so good) and a jaeger shot later, we trammed it down to an rmit affiliated bar called the bunker that i hadn't been to since it was named after some horse. anyway, another shot was on the cards, and this one i was most impressed with, because i love a bit of fire in my belly. went to ding dong, and i can remember trying to drink as fast as i could, because there was nothing else much to do there. oops! next thing i know it's daylight hours and i'm walking down royal parade by myself and no idea how i got there. i have many random photos on my camera that indicate i was just wandering around for a good 4 hours or so - possibly looking for a taxi?? anyway, i love a bit of memory loss every now and then. got home at 7:30 after catching a tram, and then falling asleep on it and missing my stop, therefore having to walk even more.
went to sleep and set my phone alarm to go off at 10ish because i had a melbourne cup bbq to go to. woke at 11:10am with my phone in my hand and the snooze option being reflex reactionly pushed to find i have 4 new messages. open to discover i have been M.I.A. (missing in action), and i have to call people to clarify their concerns. get told that these individuals had been calling me and when i answered, all they could hear was me panting like a dog into the phone. apparently my phone alarm and my phone ring tone are pretty similar, and i had been pressing snooze slash answering and then heavy breathing (due to dehydration), whilst not knowing i was being eavesdropped on! how rude! so i stagger around for a shower and then head to said bbq in thongs because it's so damn hot that day. had not much interest in the cup because i was kind of scattered, but still had nice food, and company was very entertaining. walked home in my thongs and ended up getting lost down some mysterious alleyway i had never seen before that went for about 2km with no ways out. was dark and scary, and i was carrying 2L of milk i had gotten from sevs for my brekkie in the morn.
woke up feeling fine until i stepped out of bed and realised i had a thong hangover. went to work and hobbled around like a cripple until 4pm, then ditched for the free dandy warhols concert at the queen vic markets. sweltered in that shed with no air (too many kids in school uniforms sucking it all up), and got deafened by the annoying VJ with the high pitched voice. so annoying! but enjoyed the DW - had never seen them before. i like the droney songs that go on for ages and sound like all the rest! if you're on a good thing, stick to it i say. we met up with jim and went for dinner at the town hall hotel that took ages and came with onion overload.
i wish i had a better note to end this entry on, but instead i just have to go to bed and pant like a dog again. goodnight!
went to sleep and set my phone alarm to go off at 10ish because i had a melbourne cup bbq to go to. woke at 11:10am with my phone in my hand and the snooze option being reflex reactionly pushed to find i have 4 new messages. open to discover i have been M.I.A. (missing in action), and i have to call people to clarify their concerns. get told that these individuals had been calling me and when i answered, all they could hear was me panting like a dog into the phone. apparently my phone alarm and my phone ring tone are pretty similar, and i had been pressing snooze slash answering and then heavy breathing (due to dehydration), whilst not knowing i was being eavesdropped on! how rude! so i stagger around for a shower and then head to said bbq in thongs because it's so damn hot that day. had not much interest in the cup because i was kind of scattered, but still had nice food, and company was very entertaining. walked home in my thongs and ended up getting lost down some mysterious alleyway i had never seen before that went for about 2km with no ways out. was dark and scary, and i was carrying 2L of milk i had gotten from sevs for my brekkie in the morn.
woke up feeling fine until i stepped out of bed and realised i had a thong hangover. went to work and hobbled around like a cripple until 4pm, then ditched for the free dandy warhols concert at the queen vic markets. sweltered in that shed with no air (too many kids in school uniforms sucking it all up), and got deafened by the annoying VJ with the high pitched voice. so annoying! but enjoyed the DW - had never seen them before. i like the droney songs that go on for ages and sound like all the rest! if you're on a good thing, stick to it i say. we met up with jim and went for dinner at the town hall hotel that took ages and came with onion overload.
i wish i had a better note to end this entry on, but instead i just have to go to bed and pant like a dog again. goodnight!