friday night
shotz. i went to shotz. it was before midnight, and i hadnt already been somewhere else, and i wasnt already drunk and not wanting to go home and everything else was shut so we said 'fuck it, lets go to shotz'. it was the first night of juicebox, and miffy and i were hoping it would be a pretty big night. it was quite good. there were some good songs...there was also some gwen stefani and beyonce, but everyone there seemed to be having a nice time. poor chelsea, her boyfriend dumped her. but we said she could be in team awesome, and everything was ok. saw michael for a few seconds before he had to run away. and we also took photos in the toilets.
because we are awesome
i met a boy called phil and i danced with a boy called brett. he was possibly called aaron, i just remember thinking 'ha! same name as my brother!'. brett said he'd dance with me 'til your friend comes back'. um, ok...thankyou. he then held my hand and put his arm around my waist and we danced.
'you're a really good dancer'
'thanks'
'why are you laughing? its true'
'thanks'
'yeah, you're a heaps good dancer'
'thankyou'
'and you're heaps cute'
'ha! thanks'
'yeah, you're a great dancer'
'.....im not going to kiss you'
'thats ok, im not going to kiss you, i just think you're a great dancer'
'oh look, heres miffy'
all of a sudden it was 3am and it was closing time. early for shotz, but if you think about it, he'd been playing since 9, thats a long night. so hometime it was, and im sure i did something productive on saturday......slept, read books, kissed my babies.....that about sums it up.
saturday night
those of you who know me well would know around about how much alcohol it takes to get me drunk. this is anywhere between 1 and 2 drinks. so, when miffy brings along a bottle of vodka, suddenly 1 or 2 drinks becomes 5 and we're dancing on the street to the cure with highpants and greencard. but thats not how it started.
it started with this
go and see this movie. im not asking you, i am telling you. you must see this movie. and if you really love me you will get me the soundtrack and the dvd when it comes out.
while watching the movie, i consumed a packet of burger rings and an iced honeycomb milk drink. this may not seem important now, but believe me, it is.
at 1030, miffy and i made our way back to the car and drank vodka and red bull. it was tasty. and vodka-y. and red bull-y. we tried listening to miffys awesome cd that she made especially for the night, but it didnt want to work all that much, except for soko. so, it was after a few drinks that soko came on, soko is french and one line in her song is 'a boy called tom' and i thought, i know a boy called tom! and he's french! lets call him! because ideas that involve alcohol and mobile phones are always the best ones to follow up on. so i rang, left a drunken message, rang his other phone, talked to him drunkenly, sang soko, told him i will kiss him next time i see him, and then hung up.
then apologised in an sms for drunken messages
then set a reminder in my phone for the next day, to apologise again for drunken messages
then we listened to the cure, and danced in the street until 1230, when we figured cranker would be ready for us
it wasnt
there was some band on stage, yelling.
so i drank lots of water, cos i was hot. and then ian played the cure. and i danced. and i got hotter, and i drank more water, and then all of a sudden, i felt the need to wee, and while i was weeing, felt the need to spew. and it was the colour of chewed up burger rings mixed with honeycomb milk.
see? i told you it would be important
i felt immensely better after that, and danced until it was time to go to shotz (in the appropriate fashion, already drunk, and because there was nothing else open) and dance there. then it was sober oclock and time to go home.
all in all, a fun weekend was had by miffy and myself. one that i am sure we will have again very soon
Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
Marketa Iglova and Glen Hansard - If you want me
Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore
When I get really lonely and the distance calls its only silence
I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs
If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me
Are you really sure that you believe me
When others say I lie
I wonder if you could ever despise me
You know I really try
To be a better one to satisfy you for you’re everything to me
And I do what you ask me
If you let me be free
If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me
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