I'm posting because Adrian has been kind enough to send me some photos that I took with his camera (in the absense of my own) and so I felt that they needed an accompanying post.
Saturday started with some beers at my house - just Juzz, Puck and I. Quality Dave Chappelle viewing and some travellers took us walking for a cab down to the Sheaf. Headed down there for Andy Levine's birthday bevvies. A mixed bag by all accounts, it was good to see some new people and chat to oldies. But we decided to kick on soon enough and grabbed a car load of people up to the Potts Point for the house party. But partying on an empty stomach is always a bad idea (as is rocking up empty-handed) so some Indian Home Diner and longnecks primed the group for action.
The party was in full swing by the time we rocked up and the group was thoroughly mixed. A few people I'd never met before (inlcuding Adrian's mate from Japan that couldn't speak a word of English - yet I some how managed to chat to him for 20mins... hmm..) but also some old faces that aren't on the regular circuit. I had a great time catching up with people and discussing all sorts of crap (including the brilliance of naming a band 'Ten Letters' seeing has it has ten letters!)
After a while, it was time to kick on (not least because the police were getting antsy about noise levels) and we made our way downstairs. Somehow Halpern and Alex McCauly got it into their heads that charging each other was a brilliant idea and, through purely the fault of Puck, we became targets. Manouvure of the week goes to Puck for seeing a monster charge coming, slying stepping out of the way and watching Alex go head first into a Pajero. Brilliant.
We kicked it to Candy's Apartment and were promptly drowned with hardcore trance (woo). But I tore up the d-floor and had some good chats (including getting hit on by an old Ravenswood girl who turned out to be 34 and left in a huff when i called her 'old school'). And who could forget stunning Greta who needed directions from Mansions to Sapphire but who I ended up pouring out my girl problems to. I'm pretty sure she was keen to escape, but she offered sage advice anyway... Good times good times.
The sagas continued and resulted in kebabs and chats outside Oportos til 6am. Coming home with the sun already up and watching joggers is thoroughly depressing. But the night was certainly worth every missed hour of sleep.
Don't forget to check the photos!
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Juzz's Band Comp Performance
This is primarily for those of you who couldn't make it to his showing... Enjoy.
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