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last friday night and saturday night contrasted greatly to each other.
friday night (spectrum: irrelevant, staying at home et al) was brilliant even though i left with my voice lost in the venue somewhere, with the breath of a 5 pack a day smoker and the sweat of 50 different people all over my arms.
i'm so glad i didn't let the paranoia of my dream 2 weeks prior confine me to my bedroom walls. i had the company of the loveliest ladies and friends i haven't spent time with for months and months partnered with amazing music.
betty's soup kitchen, stolen bourbon and coke, hugs, raspberries, pretend makeout sessions, punches (held back), an in insane amount of laughter and smiles, and nigel's quality djing.
3 times during the night i noticed talk turned to lions, hippos and other animals in the wild. strange. even stranger. i met the guy who was in love with me (this is still questionable) before i had even met him (funniest situation ever).
saturday night was a rude shock. 2 seconds before i left the house, kath called the annandale to check the availability of tickets. SOLD OUT. my heart sank. phone calls later and i was still at home. cursing at joe (who did in fact turn out to be my last resort). i gave up my efforts to watch the iron chef. to watch movies in bed eating crinkle cut kettle chips with mild american mustard.