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Yesterday was the best day ever. DF and I went and bought one of these, it's such a pretty colour:
This means that I get the old kit to keep at my house and practice on :D
After we bought the kit we went to sushi train. It was delicious. I can't believe something can be so tasty.
I then made the mistake of taking DF to the giant liquor store in Lutwyche, where he purchased two cases of wine and I got 3 bottles of schnapps. I'm quite sure that DF is an alcoholic.
The party at my neighbours' that night was so excellent. We (Extra Foxx) played first and I guess it was okay. Not brilliant. DF got too drunk so he'd zone out and just keep drumming and not notice when we were trying to end the songs. It's really nice to play in a backyard. I Heart Hiroshima were so amazing (as usual) but the cops turned up just after 9pm. I couldn't believe it. 9pm!!! What the fuck is wrong with our neighbours? What the fuck is wrong with having a bit of music early on a Saturday night in Spring Hill? The cop who came kept saying "I'm sorry you have shit neighbours". He said he liked our music but as he'd already gotten two noise complaints if he had to come back a third time he'd have to take our equipment. So that was that. I ended up playing records behind the bar for the rest of the night, which was a heap of fun and a great opportunity to use all the new records I've gotten recently. I think it was around 3 or 4am that I got sick of DJing and started putting on entire albums. This of course meant Modern Lovers and Rolling Stones until 7am :)
Now I have a killer hangover and want to die. Two nights of drinking a huge variety of alcohol has ruined my liver. On Friday I went to The Troubadour for The Vegas Kings/Sailors because On/Ox are crap and pulled out of their Ric's show. I asked for one of the famous Troubadour Wake Up Calls but their coffee machine was broken so they couldn't make me one. The bar guy was really apologetic and offered to make me a coffeeish cocktail. I was pretty tipsy by this stage on the vanilla vodka we'd brought in so I didn't give a shit what he made. He charged me well under $10 and whatever the hell it was that he made me got me completely fucked for the rest of the night. It was awesome and I should probably apologise to my mother (who was also at the show) for making her witness me that drunk.
This means that I get the old kit to keep at my house and practice on :D
After we bought the kit we went to sushi train. It was delicious. I can't believe something can be so tasty.
I then made the mistake of taking DF to the giant liquor store in Lutwyche, where he purchased two cases of wine and I got 3 bottles of schnapps. I'm quite sure that DF is an alcoholic.
The party at my neighbours' that night was so excellent. We (Extra Foxx) played first and I guess it was okay. Not brilliant. DF got too drunk so he'd zone out and just keep drumming and not notice when we were trying to end the songs. It's really nice to play in a backyard. I Heart Hiroshima were so amazing (as usual) but the cops turned up just after 9pm. I couldn't believe it. 9pm!!! What the fuck is wrong with our neighbours? What the fuck is wrong with having a bit of music early on a Saturday night in Spring Hill? The cop who came kept saying "I'm sorry you have shit neighbours". He said he liked our music but as he'd already gotten two noise complaints if he had to come back a third time he'd have to take our equipment. So that was that. I ended up playing records behind the bar for the rest of the night, which was a heap of fun and a great opportunity to use all the new records I've gotten recently. I think it was around 3 or 4am that I got sick of DJing and started putting on entire albums. This of course meant Modern Lovers and Rolling Stones until 7am :)
Now I have a killer hangover and want to die. Two nights of drinking a huge variety of alcohol has ruined my liver. On Friday I went to The Troubadour for The Vegas Kings/Sailors because On/Ox are crap and pulled out of their Ric's show. I asked for one of the famous Troubadour Wake Up Calls but their coffee machine was broken so they couldn't make me one. The bar guy was really apologetic and offered to make me a coffeeish cocktail. I was pretty tipsy by this stage on the vanilla vodka we'd brought in so I didn't give a shit what he made. He charged me well under $10 and whatever the hell it was that he made me got me completely fucked for the rest of the night. It was awesome and I should probably apologise to my mother (who was also at the show) for making her witness me that drunk.