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160701 » making my last weekend
of freedom count
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well
a fair amount has gone on since i did a proper
journal entry. i went to sydney on friday to see the mark of cain, saw nick on saturday at
the airport and then went to a 21st on saturday
night. i shall attempt to bring you up to speed.
immediately after work on friday i jumped on a
train to sydney for that night's mark of cain gig
at the metro.
after dinner and numerous glasses of wine at my
aunt's house, i made my way into the city to meet
up with my friend cam and his girlfriend leisa.
at the gig there was an approximate ratio of
about 15:1 of guys to girls. i really do not
understand why more girls can't get into heavier
music. surprisingly there was a minimal number of
henry rollins and helmet shirts on show.
i was introduced to leisa's friend of who
happened to be at the gig, and whom she had not
seen for a few years. cam and i argued over which
one of us should go and talk to john scott
(singer of tmoc, he was standing about 2 metres
away from us and was looking extremely sexy and
intellectual in his glasses). when neither of us
would, we got a little silly and began daring
each other to give him a wet willy. anyone who
has heard tmoc's music (it focuses on themes of
war and emotional pain) knows that you DO NOT
GIVE JOHN SCOTT A WET WILLY! at any rate, i dared
leisa's friend to give john a wet willy, and what
did he do?! he bloody went up to him and gave him
one! needless to say john stared him down and was
not at all pleased. how embarrassing!
the mark of cain were mindblowing. so powerful.
every time i see them i rave about them being the
best live act in australia. if they are not the
best, they are certainly the most powerful. i
wanted to lie on the floor of the metro and let
the vibrations flow through me. kim scott's bass
playing makes me wish i could play bass. if i
ever do take up bass, i swear i am going to strap
it round my waist like he does, and use that open
leg stance he uses. so fucking cool.
after the gig leisa's friend found us again and
they exchanged phone numbers so they could catch
up some time. before walking away he said to
leisa, "oh, and you can bring your friend
with you when we catch up, she's cute."
leisa replied "she is cam's friend, not
mine, and she lives in newcastle," to which
he responded "that doesn't matter, my sister
lives in newcastle."
leisa thinks that the guy infront of me was also
making a move when he asked if i wanted to stand
in front of him... even though i was taller!
haha. she said i should have replied "but,
um, i'm taller than you" to embarrass him.
why didn't i think of that? hehe. *yay* i was hit
on twice at a mark of cain gig! *woo*
after the gig i rang my cool uncle john to pick
me up. he was bitterly disappointed he could not
go to see tmoc that night, but was consoled by
the fact he would be seeing them in a few weeks
in queensland. when he arrived, he was wearing a
tmoc shirt and was blaring their new album
"this is this" on his stereo. funny
guy.
the
next day i got up surprising early - i can never
sleep in when i stay in bondi. i basically did
nothing until it was time to jump on a bus to the
airport to meet nick. *yay*
nicky's plane was about half an hour late (i
bought 2 new cd's in the time i was waiting for
his flight to come in), but i was still able to
spend a little over an hour with him. i didn't
get to meet his brother, but i saw his parents
again (nicky, your mummy is sweet).
we chatted (mostly this was me hassling nick
about moving to sydney) and hugged and then it
was time for him to go. :( i gave nick a hug and
a kiss, then gave his mum and dad a hug and kiss.
when nicky's dad gave me a kiss on the cheek nick
exclaimed "dad!" hehe funnee.
i managed to not cry this time round, but i felt
really really sad after he was gone. it's hard to
know it is going to be a few months, at the very
least, until you see one of your best friends
again. i wish i could find friends i feel as
close to a little less further from home. it has
nearly gotten to the point where i have begun to
think "why bother?" but i know that
nothing could make me forfeit the friendships i
have made over the internet - no matter how far
away these people live, and how little i get to
see them. i feel a close bond with many of them
and i would never let that go.
after
seeing nick i made my way to hornsby to meet
jono. jono and i were going to our friend tania's
21st near windsor. i had not seen tania since i
went away to surfers paradise with her last
december.
after stopping for a hot chicken roll and a case
of extra dry - which we attempted to crack open
while in red rooster - we made it to the party.
jono and i downed half a case each and, like
everone else at the party, were feeling rather
'happy.' actually, i wasn't all that happy all
night, as i seem to recall staging a mini nervous
breakdown at some stage. another girl questioned
my intelligence and was trying to big-note
herself, and this completely set me off for some
reason. it all ended up with me in tears and
talking about killing myself. yeah, i don't
understand either. i have no idea what happened,
i really can't remember it. *weird* obviously she
struck some unconscious, drunken, sensitive
nerve.
then i lied in the middle of the dance floor
while jono danced on a speaker. then we popped
all the balloons. then we all started slapping
each other with those glowing necklace things
(tania had bought 70 of them) and ended up with
huge welts. i also must have fallen down at some
stage, because the next morning i woke up with
bruises on my legs. oh, i also fell asleep under
an air matress. hmmm.
the next morn we were all feeling extremely
seedy. jono hurled 5 times (bwahahah softcore
looooooser! i am so hardcore! i didn't spew and i
drank the same amount as him). another one of the
guys still there - whose name escapes me - told
us a couple of stories from the previous night.
after going for a pee, he walked away from the
tree and fell down a 1.5m drop which he had not
seen, and then proceeded to roll down a hill and
very nearly into the hawkesbury river (oh yeah,
the party was at tania's aunt's place which is on
the hawkesbury).
that wasn't the only time this guy hurt himself
that night. he was also racing someone (he can't
remember who - we think he was racing himself) on
"a 6 year old's bmx bike" and ended up
faceplanting the gravel. we thought he was
exaggerating about the bike, until we left and
saw what was actually a 6 year old's bike lying
on the grass.
oh, one of the few things i remember about the
night is being hit on by a guy coming out of the
women's toilets. as he walked out i questioned
him "what were you doing in there?" to
which he replied "hoping you would walk in
on me." haha! what a line. i will have to
remember that next time i accidentally use the men's toilet at the lucky country hotel.
then jono and i made the boring 3 hour drive home
through the vineyards.
pics to come sooooooon
days without a cigarette: 85
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