The Agony and The Ecstasy
Alcohol, once again, has been my undoing. Oh lady, you never learn. That being said, no regrets! Last night was amazing. But let's backtrack a little.
Xmas (i.e. ex-mas) was fantastic; different, but great. It was kind of weird not being at Nana's and by the third day I was experiencing a social overload but the smell of the tree, a shitload of seafood, beautiful weather and funnily enough plenty of booze made it a really lovely week. Families got along well, not surprisingly, and I got to catch up with a few friends which I could never do in Wollongong so that was bonus. Dad took us to the croquet club on Boxing Day, because when you're the secretary and the 2nd division champion and you have the keys you can do things like that. It was awesome! Croquet shits all over bowls. It's mild exercise with a hint of tactical gameplay. And I won. Another bonus.
It being summer and all we've been beaching it up a bit and I've even been in the water. My hair got wet and everything. Staggering I know. It's been pretty blissful, hot, sunny, muggy summer days, my beloved and I downing beers, books and kisses. Joy. We bought a couch today too. Comfortable City, population ME. Wow, I am severely hungover. Tom and I saw The National last night and needless to say it was phenomenal. Soulful, intense, Matt Berninger's voice did not disappoint. If anything it was even better live. Apartment Story and Fake Empire gave me some massive happiness. As did the copious amounts of wine ingested pre-show, during show and post-show at Albie's new digs just round the corner from the Enmore and we were talking shit well into the night. The music just keeps coming, still wetting my pants with excitement and anticipation for Shpongle and Grinderman, seeing as Trentemoller at Field Day signalled the start of an amazing year of music. NYE was a nonevent as usual, boy passed out at 9.30, I got to see some fireworks but at midnight my pizza arrived and I settled down to some Mad Men (!! cannot get enough). However Field Day more than made up for the lack of excitement the night before. A stinking hot, cloudless day meant dancing while the sun was up was a bit too exerting but we busted out some moves for The Rapture just coz the energy was so high. Slow start but as the sun went down and the pills came on we had as close a moment as the glory dance days of 2008. Danced like a maniac to Plump DJs for a solid hour then stored up some energy for the almighty Trentemoller. It. Went. Off. 90 minutes felt like 5, I could've stayed and danced in front of that stage all night. Everyone was feeling the vibe. Other notable highlights were: Demi the tatto artist from Newcastle (Demi-Goddess), Beardyman (tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kanagaroo down...penetrate a platypus!), Far Afield Cinema( (Son of The Blob, Reptilicus, JFK assassination footage plus free drinks for saying thank you to the guy running it), Purple Sneakers DJs (always quality), and watching the parade of provocative, chic and at times questionable fashions. Good day!
So my days are filled with newspapers, crosswords, Herman Hesse, the Tomorrow When The War Began series (adolescent but readable), movies (Tron was visually entertaining but otherwise pretty awful), finishing my World Religions essay (in the nick of time) and attempting to become a normal person i.e. learning to ride a bike (I keep dreaming I can do, why doesn't this translate to real life?).
Xmas (i.e. ex-mas) was fantastic; different, but great. It was kind of weird not being at Nana's and by the third day I was experiencing a social overload but the smell of the tree, a shitload of seafood, beautiful weather and funnily enough plenty of booze made it a really lovely week. Families got along well, not surprisingly, and I got to catch up with a few friends which I could never do in Wollongong so that was bonus. Dad took us to the croquet club on Boxing Day, because when you're the secretary and the 2nd division champion and you have the keys you can do things like that. It was awesome! Croquet shits all over bowls. It's mild exercise with a hint of tactical gameplay. And I won. Another bonus.
It being summer and all we've been beaching it up a bit and I've even been in the water. My hair got wet and everything. Staggering I know. It's been pretty blissful, hot, sunny, muggy summer days, my beloved and I downing beers, books and kisses. Joy. We bought a couch today too. Comfortable City, population ME. Wow, I am severely hungover. Tom and I saw The National last night and needless to say it was phenomenal. Soulful, intense, Matt Berninger's voice did not disappoint. If anything it was even better live. Apartment Story and Fake Empire gave me some massive happiness. As did the copious amounts of wine ingested pre-show, during show and post-show at Albie's new digs just round the corner from the Enmore and we were talking shit well into the night. The music just keeps coming, still wetting my pants with excitement and anticipation for Shpongle and Grinderman, seeing as Trentemoller at Field Day signalled the start of an amazing year of music. NYE was a nonevent as usual, boy passed out at 9.30, I got to see some fireworks but at midnight my pizza arrived and I settled down to some Mad Men (!! cannot get enough). However Field Day more than made up for the lack of excitement the night before. A stinking hot, cloudless day meant dancing while the sun was up was a bit too exerting but we busted out some moves for The Rapture just coz the energy was so high. Slow start but as the sun went down and the pills came on we had as close a moment as the glory dance days of 2008. Danced like a maniac to Plump DJs for a solid hour then stored up some energy for the almighty Trentemoller. It. Went. Off. 90 minutes felt like 5, I could've stayed and danced in front of that stage all night. Everyone was feeling the vibe. Other notable highlights were: Demi the tatto artist from Newcastle (Demi-Goddess), Beardyman (tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kanagaroo down...penetrate a platypus!), Far Afield Cinema( (Son of The Blob, Reptilicus, JFK assassination footage plus free drinks for saying thank you to the guy running it), Purple Sneakers DJs (always quality), and watching the parade of provocative, chic and at times questionable fashions. Good day!
So my days are filled with newspapers, crosswords, Herman Hesse, the Tomorrow When The War Began series (adolescent but readable), movies (Tron was visually entertaining but otherwise pretty awful), finishing my World Religions essay (in the nick of time) and attempting to become a normal person i.e. learning to ride a bike (I keep dreaming I can do, why doesn't this translate to real life?).