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...
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