So it's been 10 days since I posted and I can barely remember any of the things that have happened. Let me just recap events as they come to mind. Last Saturday was a nice quiet dinner in Surry Hills with Jess, Lis, Drew and Pat. Slight issues locating the correct restuarant that we all wanted to go to, but we did find a nice new bar "Dome Bar" which kinda made up for it. Got home by 10:30pm after a couple of bottles of wine and was happy to leave it at that. However, Kate, Mo and Siena had different ideas. Literally dragged to their car, we were off to Havana bar (which James describes as even too young for him) and some weird times. Then to Hampton Court, some random pool and off to Alec's for some late night poker. Kate wasn't feeling well and needed a cab, requiring some flexible truths to a cabby to get him to go Woollahra, Kings Cross, Bellevue Hill and back to Five Dock in 20 mins before his shift ended.
On the Sunday I headed out west (well, edge of the inner west, to be correct) to 'Auto Salon' annual motor show. Not like your regular motor shows, this specialises in customised cars. Lamborghini Gallardo with the number plate IMBRKE ("I'm Broke"), 20" wheels on small hatches and "GLFKRT" ("Golf Kart") on a green VW were all highlights. If you click on the above photo, it will (eventually) take you to my photos.
Uni is standard (though inclement weather kept me to only have an hour on Thursday - well, that and the purchase of my new Xbox 360) and have been stealing cheeky beers almost every night. But the real fun began on Thursday.
It was early on Thursday arvo that we headed to the Enmore for our 'Crate Digger' tickets to see De La Soul. Special merchandise, a couple of free drinks but the kicker was the opportunity to meet the band. Except that they never showed up. Rumours of their arrogance when it comes to these things is legendary, so it was a little optimistic to expect... but still. The support acts weren't anything that noteworthy and so we spent most of the time from 6 til 11 chilling with beers/coffee (depending on preference) and generally hanging out. The guys kicked off about half an hour late but were pretty good when they got started. Knew by sound most of their music, but the set up was shit and all you could hear was the bass and the vocals, meaning I could recognise very little. Juzz offered a lift (via Summer Hill and Wynard) in the rain, which resulted in a number of break downs from his '73 Holden Torana - good times indeed.
Friday involved very little, with the exception of some hardcore Xboxing (new verb) and then meeting up with old UNO people for a couple of beverages. Pub crawling our way through Surry Hills, we ended up and some dicey bar in Strawberry Hills near Central, from where I offered to walk Eli back to Crown St. From there we went to Starbucks (closed) so had to walk to the bottom of Oxford St to get another coffee. Then, we walked all the way back to the other end of Oxford St to get in cabs. I dropped by the Elephant and Wheelbarrow to meet up with Alec etc, but they had moved on and it was getting time for home.
Saturday was Sarah Willmott's 21st and I was planning a quiet one, so I forced myself to drive. Somehow that didn't play out too well and managed to get roped into driving to the Coutrhouse (read: diciest bar on Oxford St), following the hire bus taking the party. I pulled alongside to shout abuse at Dalts and Brent as we drove past, only to see a flash of skin (looking suspiciously like a scrotum) and then Brent's dick hanging out the window. Luckily I decided to put up my window because my car suddenly got a showering! The only remaining highlight was watching the 3 o'clock Chartreuse shots and the subsequent three-man instant spew (inevitable really).
Last night was the kicker. I was exhausted all day (not helped by my first climb in 2 weeks knackering my arms) but pumped myself up for Kanye at 7. We got there and the queue was stretching around the entire venue and out onto the next street, so no time for pre-gig bevvies. Finally got in, the place was packed and really struggled to get a good position. For most of the time, I could barely see, but it barely mattered. By far the best hip hop concert ever, he had a 12 piece strings section to back him up and just played all his best songs. He sprained his ankle at one point, so he said that to make up for his lack of bouncing around, he'd play extra songs. Massive string solos, playing his favourite songs from the old school, Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve with a rap track over the top, stringed version of Diamonds are Forever... it was unbelievable. I sung myself hoarse (regretting that now) but was so wired after. The photo above is from Touch the Sky, the last song he played in his encore and the best song on his new album. The crowd was so pumped for it, wicked...
Monday, March 27, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Post-law drinks...
Yesterday was a little above the ordinary so I thought that I should actually put the blog to work and document something. Pounded through 5 hours of Uni, including 2 hours of surrealist Spanish cinema (which completely did my head in) and coming to the opinion (again!) that I hate first years.
However, I had to jump out of class early to rush to the Conservatorium to hear Condolezza Rice speak to university students from all over Sydney. That was a little interesting, seeing as all the other people I was there with had come from work and were wearing suits, and I was chilling in patchy jeans and a t-shirt. Secret Service were certainly giving me an eye-balling to make sure I wasn't a 'Socialist Alliance' plant, ready to disrupt proceedings! (luckily for me, they were sitting elsewhere and were promptly removed upon cheering 'The blood of Iraqi children is on your hands').
From City to Bondi Junction for lunch with JD and Hels, then home and rushing to get ready (so I forgot my camera!) to meet Bradders at the White Horse for hourly priced cocktails (i.e. $4 at 4pm, $5 at 5pm...) That left us a little worse for wear and so he headed home and I trudged down to the law party in the rocks. By the time I'd got there (and left and come back to buy Jess some smokes!) the party was raging. Chilled out with a number of people that I hadn't seen in ages and turned into a great night. Fair few beers later, all chilled by about 1.30 and we headed home.
NOW, the real problem arose when I got out the front of my house to find that I didn't have my keys. Ok, so I decided I would climb the wall, no dramas. I took off my boots because they're not at all conducive to climbing. That necessitated removing my jeans as well, so I didn't rip them. I was a little drunk, and considering that I didn't have any pants, I thought I would ditch the shirt as well. As I was climbing over the wall, who would drive past but.... the police; on routine patrol. A very short conversation with Will in his underpants presenting his ID and trying to explain that he lived here was followed by me scampering up the stairs.
At the moment, we have 4 Canadian billets staying with us from a rugby tour James is dealing with. As I get into my room (having sneaked around the outside of the house to make sure that I don't wake them) I find one has sleptwalked his way into one of the chairs in front of my TV. Very very strange.
However, I had to jump out of class early to rush to the Conservatorium to hear Condolezza Rice speak to university students from all over Sydney. That was a little interesting, seeing as all the other people I was there with had come from work and were wearing suits, and I was chilling in patchy jeans and a t-shirt. Secret Service were certainly giving me an eye-balling to make sure I wasn't a 'Socialist Alliance' plant, ready to disrupt proceedings! (luckily for me, they were sitting elsewhere and were promptly removed upon cheering 'The blood of Iraqi children is on your hands').
From City to Bondi Junction for lunch with JD and Hels, then home and rushing to get ready (so I forgot my camera!) to meet Bradders at the White Horse for hourly priced cocktails (i.e. $4 at 4pm, $5 at 5pm...) That left us a little worse for wear and so he headed home and I trudged down to the law party in the rocks. By the time I'd got there (and left and come back to buy Jess some smokes!) the party was raging. Chilled out with a number of people that I hadn't seen in ages and turned into a great night. Fair few beers later, all chilled by about 1.30 and we headed home.
NOW, the real problem arose when I got out the front of my house to find that I didn't have my keys. Ok, so I decided I would climb the wall, no dramas. I took off my boots because they're not at all conducive to climbing. That necessitated removing my jeans as well, so I didn't rip them. I was a little drunk, and considering that I didn't have any pants, I thought I would ditch the shirt as well. As I was climbing over the wall, who would drive past but.... the police; on routine patrol. A very short conversation with Will in his underpants presenting his ID and trying to explain that he lived here was followed by me scampering up the stairs.
At the moment, we have 4 Canadian billets staying with us from a rugby tour James is dealing with. As I get into my room (having sneaked around the outside of the house to make sure that I don't wake them) I find one has sleptwalked his way into one of the chairs in front of my TV. Very very strange.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Absolutely nothing happening...
Well.. I have nothing to add at all. Nothing has happened since my last post. I've been dying for uni to start, if only to give me something to do. First year Sociology and a Film & History course - resulting in 5 hours of classes a week, three days off (my days at uni are the equivalent of weekends) and absolutely no friends left on campus. It is time to venture out and meet new people (though they will almost be the same age as James!).
Been getting into the alternative sports still... added to rock climbing (that is slightly on hiatus while J-Bob finishes his med exams) is squash. A couple of rackets for my birthday has meant a number of games and, though I'm still truly a beginner, I feel like I'm definitely a champion in the making.
I feel that I should add some pics from what's been happening, but sad to say that I don't have many. The latest ones off my phone are from a drunken poker night at Alec's. Standard.
Will try to get more interesting things happening so that I have a reason to post... (because THAT'S the motivation in my life to do things!)
Actually, I've found that if you are really keen, you link RSS feed this blog and get a little update telling you when I've posted. I already have RSS feeds for sites like the Sydney Morning Herald etc, but if you're desperate to be the first to get my posts, the link is here:
http://atestofwill.blogspot.com/atom.xml
Been getting into the alternative sports still... added to rock climbing (that is slightly on hiatus while J-Bob finishes his med exams) is squash. A couple of rackets for my birthday has meant a number of games and, though I'm still truly a beginner, I feel like I'm definitely a champion in the making.
I feel that I should add some pics from what's been happening, but sad to say that I don't have many. The latest ones off my phone are from a drunken poker night at Alec's. Standard.
Will try to get more interesting things happening so that I have a reason to post... (because THAT'S the motivation in my life to do things!)
Actually, I've found that if you are really keen, you link RSS feed this blog and get a little update telling you when I've posted. I already have RSS feeds for sites like the Sydney Morning Herald etc, but if you're desperate to be the first to get my posts, the link is here:
http://atestofwill.blogspot.com/atom.xml
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