Everything hurts. Well, not everything. But lots of things. Mostly my back. Ow. It’s been getting worse for a while – a couple of mornings I couldn’t actually walk because it hurt so much. I had to sort of crumple to the ground, do some stretches and whimper lots.
I should *so* be in bed. But I’m kinda getting into the swing of going to bed at 4am. And then getting up and turning the alarm off at 6:30, and then at 7:00 and then at 7:30, and then lying in bed groaning until about five minutes before I need to be somewhere important.
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Actually, I’m wondering if I should give this blogging thing a rest for a while.
*GASP!*
I don’t seem to have much to say at the moment, and I should really be devoting my writing energy to my folio (and sleeping). Hmmmm… so I might cut back. Just not tonight.
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I went out for brunch yesterday, with lots of people. Actually, I was late and only caught the tail end of brunch, but still, it was very exciting. Well? Ok, I’m easily excited. And I don’t think I’ve ever properly been out for brunch before. I’ve always wanted to have friends who go out for brunch, it seems like a very mature and sophisticated thing to do. Hee… if you have a weird idea of sophistication that involves lots of people laughing very loudly, calling each other slutty love sardines, spilling tea, and demonstrating very weird dance moves that were obviously before my time…
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Last night I went out with my ex-girlfriend and her girlfriend plus her ex-girlfriend, who is also sort of my ex (I think).
There were two girls at Pound who were the most amazing dancers. Seriously, they must have come straight down from Te Whaea or something. And they were gorgeous too. I was mesmerised. (No, I wasn’t perving. They were obviously performers, they were loving it, and I was just enjoying the show…)
Then we went to Barneys. Golly. I haven’t been there since first year (and it hasn’t changed a bit). I discovered their kamikaze shakers… mmmm, taste like alcoholic Frujus!
Town was crazy last night. They should have some sort of warning system so people like me can avoid town on rugby nights. Especially matches involving the All Blacks.
Actually, last night wasn’t too bad. It was just crowded with drunken rugby fans, but they weren’t as nasty as they can be. (Mind you I didn’t venture down towards Courtney Place).
Two of my girl friends were hugging each other near the bottom of Cuba St, and this guy walks past and yells “that’s right girls, tip the velvet!”
Rugby nights are weird. Because on the one hand, there are all these drunken guys being wankers, yelling obscenities, pissing in the streets, hassling people… But on the other hand, there is this crazy feeling of conviviality and camaraderie. People talk to each other so much more than usual. People who normally wouldn’t even look at me smile and yell some friendly comment (or slur some weird drunken comment). Truth be told I’ve never watched a rugby game in my life, but the people in the streets don’t know that, so they include me in this atmosphere of togetherness.
Sometimes I’m not sure that I want to be included.
Eventually I fled to Bodega, where Tommy was playing and most of the hippies in Wellington were taking refuge. It was packed! I’ve never seen so many people in the new Bodega (but then, I don’t go there much).
It was a great gig. In some ways I don’t like the music they play now as much as their old songs – but I get such a kick out of seeing them live, because they have such amazing energy and they have a wonderful relationship with each other and with the audience. I love being part of that.
I have a huge amount of respect for Tommy - he lives his life with a helluva lot of integrity and dedication. (And I’ve been living with him for a year now, so I should know!)
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Don’t you love how helpful Google is these days?
“Your search - lesbian liturgy babtism - did not match any documents."
"Did you mean: lesbian liturgy baptism?”
Yeah, woops. Whose idea was it to spell it like that?
(I can’t spell for shite, so Mr Google often asks me what I mean).
Posted by Fionnaigh at June 16, 2003 01:00 AMi love how you're the wellington artist lesbian and I'm the conservative christian son-of-a-rugby-rep and we both have no time for rugby.
i love how i just said 'i love how' as if i've known you since we used to share baths.
i KNEW i should've hung around for Bodega though. instead i made a desperate attempt to catch the Hutt train before the rugby got out. to no avail. Half an hour of, "Bloody (insert All Black's name) couldn't (insert essential rugby skill) if his life depended on it." me and my best homie told the drunk 70 year old to stop yelling at the 9 year old boy with the bowl-cut.
good grief, come to think, i haven't been to a concert since Heavy: Trinity Roots with the Black Seeds, and that un-named 6 foot seductress
its later than it was, goodnight
Posted by: Richard D. Bartlett at June 16, 2003 02:21 AMArgh! You mean I missed *another* Tommy gig? Dammit!
On the other hand, I was so tired on Saturday night I was almost comatose by 10pm. (Which didn't stop me internetting til midnight. Of course.)
[waves hand] I don't like rugby either, and I'm the bi geeky liberal daughter-of-a-minister.
Posted by: iona at June 16, 2003 09:59 AM"Last night I went out with my ex-girlfriend and her girlfriend plus her ex-girlfriend, who is also sort of my ex (I think)."
*LOL* The dyke scene in this city is far too small, isn't it? Your average soap opera has nothing on us.
"Two of my girl friends were hugging each other near the bottom of Cuba St, and this guy walks past and yells “that’s right girls, tip the velvet!” "
Well, it's better than that bunch of eleven-year-old hooligans in Burger King who started badly singing "Lesbian Seagull" when they saw us...
Posted by: the ex-girlfriend (one of them...) at June 17, 2003 11:26 AMum, ... I have two main reasons for liking rugby:
1) the interesting colour schemes (I once saw Scotland play Fiji. It was beautiful. The two teams were almost perfect inverses of colour, except they both had dark boots and socks. And all on the greenest of grass. The worst game I've seen to date was the Aussies vs. Argentina. Bottle Green, Gold, Pale Blue and White. Urgh.)
2) the oddly gentle fellow feeling of people watching a game. I've always liked occasions that include beer, nice people and no requirement to converse.
.carla
Posted by: carla at June 17, 2003 03:46 PM