11/8/01 - 9.54 Well, big night last night. I didn't see the last performance, but I showed up five minutes before It finished and hung around iin the foyer like a vagrant until Cameron came and woke me up by turning on the lights. I hung around amusing the girls with my sleepy weirdness while people packed up the set. Going by what people said the show went real nice, which is good. Pack up was quite fast, so we all then wandered along to the Pegasus Arms and got disturbed by watching old people shake their money makers on the carpeted dance floor. I also had a competition of showing scars with Abbie (Lethal Weapon styles). I'd have to say that she won. After chillin' there for a while it was on to the Dux, even though it was closing in about 20 minutes. We hung out there for a bit before cruisin down to Eyespy. It was all very crowded and loud music, and Ben couldn't get in because of lack of being 18, so we didn't stay there long. After having a mass debate (te he) outside, we split up into two groups. First group's mission: get led to Santorini's by Rohan and supposedly get free drinks. Second group's mission (my group): go to GAY and dance happily. We couldn't get into GAY because it had a $5 cover charge, so we headed back down the road a bit and went to Platinum instead. I danced joyfully and strutted my stuff on the catwalk, aided by the fact that I was wearing my "Little Miss Tiny Tits" t-shirt. Going by what John (Sarah G's boyf) said, I was getting scoped out by some possibly gay men. That's all you can ask for really, isn't it? After meeting back up with group one, who couldn't get into Santorini's because it was closed, we all went along to a most peculiar bar called "The Rockycola Cafe". Lots of white trash doing their white trash thing, and as I said to Damo picking a fight in there would be as easy as pie. You'd just have to look sideways at one of the guys sheilas...she'd probably be called Barbara or Shirley. Lots of Metallica playing here, and some Limpbizkit which was cool. I just had to get up and jump around madly when they played Rollin'. Mad wrestling props. We actually stayed here for quite a while, and it was getting on for 3.00 am so like a big baby I was thinking I should be getting home and sleeping on account of having to work at 10.00 am.  Most people had split, so the rest of us stragglers wandered into town and Damo and I shared a taxi to our respective homes. I fell straight asleep like a good boy. I'd have to say that I give this night a ten out of ten. It was so great seeing all my homies, and I just had a right awesome funktastic evening, with some extra pizazz on the side. So, after 4 hours sleep I headed off to an eight hour day at work. And fuck me if it wasn't just really fucking busy. Excuse my French. Just after I arrived, we had the first of three birthday bookings arrive and it just got more and more busy from then on. I wont bore you with the details, but needless to say it was busy and tiring. I got to work with Rosie which was cool, although I hardly got to see her because we were both occupied with entertaining the demanding kids. I got home just after six, had dinner and then slept for a couple of hours. And now i'm typing this on the computer. It's kind of like the Circle of Life, but completely different and more mundane. *Pete Breaks it Down!* Seeing as i'm a proactive web master, i'm going to address an issue that has raised it's head since I started this site. A couple of people have commented on me including Cameron in my dislike list. Now, okay, maybe I shouldn't have put him right at the top, cause I don't dislike him that much, but he definitely belongs somewhere in the list (I have since placed him somewhere else in the list. Go along and see if you so desire). I personally find him to be a user (i.e manipulative and sneaky), and I just find him hard to handle. I've never really got along with him, and seeing as I've now left the Theatre Co. I probably never will. Yes, it's sad, but not as sad as Jedateech getting eaten by that fat guy on the Worldvison advert. Of course I don't expect anybody else to share my feelings. I know he means different things to different people, and his shiny polished hip does have a certain charm. By the way, i'd prefer it if you didn't tell Cameron about my feelings, because at the moment we have a strange uneasy truce going on where he'll say "Hi Pete", and i'll say "Hey man". It's quite beautiful really. There, that's my semi-serious "Break it Down!" session out of the way. Now we'll go back to scheduled programming.