So last night there was this guy who was maybe in his 40s or something (bushy grey beard, but bald and no wrinkles but maybe botoxed?) with intense fake eyelashes and glitter all in his beard, and a suit jacket over a onesie. At some point I decided he was fabulous and when we got introduced, I mentioned all I wanted to do was put my face in his beard so I could be as fabulous as him. So that happened. And my friends thought I looked like a glittery unicorn for the rest of the night.
Last night was the kind of night where you go for a quiet drink after work with your old boss, then end up on a bar crawl down the new street you live on (tsup Little Guy, Mr Falcon’s, Different Drummer). Then go back to The Little Guy because your friend totally made eyes with the tall bartender. And the place has chalk everywhere so you draw on tables all night and leave her number. Meet some English people who are practically your neighbours, jump in a cab to Marly, meet a guy with glitter in his beard and interesting life wisdom about cabbies, then roll into bed around 3.
I think I like my area?
My housemates now love me because I got rid of a dead mouse situation. lol
I don’t really believe in eating at the desk, but when it’s a cronut that convinces you they’re the food of the gods, you make exceptions.
[04:06] the three things I believe are certain?
[04:07] 1: cogito ergo sum
[04:07] 2. god exists
[04:07] 3. death is not the end
[04:08] beyond that, i believe very little is certain
*snoring on the couch*
*wakes up startles* Ok, who was snoring loudly again?
*looks around at all the awake people* Oh, was it me?
On Thursday eve, I went to an event called Busking for Change at The Imperial Hotel’s Roller Den. It’s a charity gig held every year by Josh Pyke to raise money for the Indigenous Literacy Foundation. Patrick James, Urthboy and Josh Pyke played on the night, with artworks thrown in by a bunch of the people who had designed Pyke’s album covers.
Not many people were there, (possibly because Pyke hasn’t released anything in ages?) but it had a super intimate vibe and Urthboy/Pyke did their first live show of the collaboration Someone Else’s House.
Someone in the crowd promised an extra $50 for Pyke’s cover of ‘Endless Summer’, and he wrote down the lyrics and everyone joined in. Then when it came to doing his hit ‘Middle of the Hill’, he invited everyone on stage, and a good half the audience casually jumped up. Twas fun indeed.
I mean, we're friends and all, but we're not tight like spandex.
First weekend with the housemates and I crashed out at about 8 last night, woke up around midnight to realise I hadn’t had dinner, ended up msging a guy from my past for 4 hours, get woken up this morning by my laptop being dropped off in the rain which involved standing in the street in my pjs for a while, then running down the street holding my boobs because, braless. Then when I get back and everyone is slowly waking up, no-one in my house wears pants to bed???
Watched The Bachelor with my housemates this eve while we all ate burgers and home made sweet potato chips and then tea and carrot cake and chocolate afterwards.
I think I like it here?