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08 November 132 - Japan. Part 6.Well, I was hoping to be shocked by the sights and sounds of Tokyo, but all I can muster now is a look of three parts bemusement and one part disappointment. It's around 11pm now, on a Friday night in Tokyo, and we've already been in the room for over an hour, watching a dubbed version of 'Hollow Man'; what a frakn DRAG. I have more than half a mind to separate the key from the RFID card that powers the room, and just wander out into this awesome nightlife by myself, because no one else wants to. And now Ronald wants to go -_- What are we going to do? Hire a room for the two of us and sing Kumbaya? Maybe if we were still out, drunk, we could have bumped into a bunch of randoms and gone, but it's quite the pointless now.
We left Kyoto pretty much as soon as we got up, and it was a pretty long train ride to Tokyo. The bullet train was a bit underwhelming in the end, as the Kyoto-Osaka train yesterday had the fancy wooden seats and plane like fold out trays, etc. Getting to the hotel was supposed to be a nightmare, but it all went way too smoothly, and the hotel staff are really good here [Asia Center of Japan].
The hunt for food led to an Indian restaurant of all places, and even good ol' meat loving, anti-girl, asian Jack said something along the lines of, "Ah, finally a satisfying meal in Japan". I'm kind of inclined to agree, although i've had a decent amount of good food here [was impressed, with the gigantic, fallic like naan]. It was then off to Roppongi, the touristy, ex-pat area, which is a 15 minute walk or so from our hotel, and the place was buzzing, even at that twilight hour.
We walked into a random bar, ""the biggest in Tokyo", but we concluded that this was probably only space wise, as we were the only ones in there at the time. The alcohol was poured at more than a generous amount, and we were told to pay when we left [so random]. Chris got a bit paranoid that they were being too nice, what with the free popcorn [popcorn at a bar, it's a nice touch] and the free pool, so we left after a drink. Wandered into another ex-pat English bar, and spent a decent amount of time there, chugging down cheap cocktails, during the 3 hour or so window that was happy hour. The drink menu had a alcoholicity ranking of their five highest cocktails, and of course, I had to try the highest one, 'Stairway to Heaven', an Absinthe based one.
Dessert was consumed, and then in the space of about ten minutes, we were approached by about five different black people, all wanting to guide us to their own special clubs. This was of course on the way back to our hotel, because no one wanted to have a big night. I think tomorrow night, I might just go it alone if need be, because this is just meh.
I am still liking Tokyo a lot more than Osaka as of now. 07 November 131 - Japan. Part 5.A pretty tiring day today, and not as productive as the last few. As an early sidenote, i'm sitting here with ronald, reciting "hai" in different manly and womanly japanese voices; that has probably been what most of the day has been about, with sha also getting in on it quite a bit, the little knee bends and everything.
Started the day going through my acquisition of red/black bean wrapped in soft pastry type stuff from yesterday [should have really mentioned it yesterday, they were damn good, and have rejuvinated my love for beans]. More sugary goodness at 7/11 and then off to the Kyoto Internation Manga Museum. It was started just a few years ago, and it was a bit underwhelming, but i'm sure if we'd come in on a weekend, where students from some artsy university do manga portraits, we would have been a lot more impressed. Nijo Castle was next [apparently quite the famous landmark out here], where Jack took lots of photos of trees and water, and we took in some old school Japanese architecture. The wooden floors felt SO good to walk on. It might seem like a weird point, but it's what I remember most from the place, most likely because I haven't recovered from the constant barrage of pain my legs/feet have been undertaking, and neither have the others really, and we were wanting the touring of the castle grounds in that hot sun to end ASAP.
Ate some food at Kyoto Central [one hymm-pressive looking train station], and some green tea ice cream to boot, and then headed to Nippombashi/Den-Den Town. Again, there was all this literature about robots, and well, there weren't too many. Plenty of electronics stores, and we all bought some crap, but no robots >.< The ones we did see were quite expensive, but I don't want to leave here without a robot, so I might just pull the trigger the next time I see something I like. More walking, then a six level video game arcade [arcades are about the only thing that are cheaper here than in Australia at the moment], and then dinner at a ramen place [tempura veges, soba noodles, etc]. I felt we needed to keep the post-dinner dessert streak going, but we had a hard time finding something, and ended up resorting to Starbucks -_-
Tomorrow, it's off to Tokyo, so I hope to be shocked by some crazy sights and sounds.
06 November 130 - Japan. Part 4.I love Kyoto. What a great city. Great food the whole day and all cultured up.
The day started as every day has, with many varieties of japanese sweet bread from the convenience store for breakfast. We decided to walk the 4km or so to the...god damnit, i've forgotten the name of the temple [i'll add it in later]. On the way there, we made many a detour into the smorgasbord of shops and alleys that lined the main street, the highlight probably being the 100 yen store.
The temple itself was brilliant, and so many of the customs are similar [minus the dragon] to that at a hindu temple, from the washing of your hands from that grand old dragon's mouth to the incense and the giant bell ringing. And since it was a buddhist temple, the lunch we had [noodles and sake] was all vegetarian!
Did I mention that the streets in Kyoto are a lot more spacious? Well, yeh, they are, and it's just a lot more laid back and old school in general. It was a pleasant change and buffer to everyone from the hustle and bustle of Osaka, to the madness that will be Tokyo. Feeling good about ourselves after delving into some culture, we did some more shopping, and were completely tired, so we went back to the hotel for a breather, before heading out to dinner, which was again kind to me [chop suey like], along with that awesome cocktail I had; the...NOOOO, forgotten the name of that too >.< *psy HARD* Stupid alcohol, i'm blaming that for me forgetting these things. It was the something fizz [ok, editors note, i'm going with the Ishikawa Fizz], and it was lychee based. Dessert followed, and it was some damn impressive Japanese cheesecake [Leon, you would have enjoyed it].
And with that, another day has come to an end. We've been lounging around in our room, channel surfing, and 'Prison Break' seems a lot better when it's dubbed. Also caught the second half of 'Wicker Park', which I actually enjoyed.
Ah, I forgot to mention our second visit to the 100 Yen store, where Sha became scarf guy, just because it was a 100 Yen [I ended up buying one too, it's not too shabby really!]. The price won him over, and now he can't stop fondling the thing and talking about how good value it is.
05 November 129 - Japan. Part 3.It's heading up to midnight in Japan, and I find myself yet again in a hotel using the internet, this time in Kyoto. The computer seems pretty darn outdated, but the net is speed racer like.
The whole of today day was spent at Universal Studios, and it was thoroughly enjoyable, even with the ridiculous waiting times for EVERY ride. I don't know if Japan is just crowded in general [ok, stupid, it is], but there just seemed to be an unusually large number of locals at Universal Studios on a normal [unless there's some other holiday i'm missing, or it's schools-take-students-to-Universal-Studios-for-excursion day] Tuesday.
My top 5 Universal Studios rides [the book is getting to me] in descending order are:
The E.T. ride sucked majorly. One hour+ waits for nearly all rides, but they were so damn good that it was more than worth it; that's that. The evening was spent eating in Umeda in Namco City! [Japanese cakes were my dinner] I beat a Japanese person in Tekken. Twice! I was so excited after I won the first round that I wanted to take a photo, and ended up nearly losing the match, getting the crap beaten out of me, while I was fiddling around with my camera. It was a woman, but hey, she'd played a ridiculous amount of games on her data card, so that'll do me. We then said goodbye to the Plaza Osaka and hello to the Hearton in Kyoto; the move/commute was damn tiring, and coupled with the pain my legs endured at Universal Studios, tomorrow morning should be fun. Sayonara. 04 November 128 - Japan. Part 2.It was quite a productive, touristy day today. We decided early on to cut back our trip by a couple of days, as Kyoto will take a lot less time than expected [due to Chris' reconnaissance mission with 4 random women yesterday], so after a painful [due to that damn travel agent yet again >.< DIE], hour long conversation with Jetstar in Japan to change the flight to the night of the 11th, we headed off to the gigantic aquarium in Osaka [one of the world's largest, over multiple levels and what not]. The place was packed as it was a public holiday, and the atmosphere that came with that crowd [there were a multitude of audible gasps throughout] added to the overall experience, which was a good'n. Otters seem to be revered here or something o_O There was quite a lot of focus put on them, as well as the usual aquarium headliners like seals, dolphins, manta rays and sharks. As an aside, Ron's reaction after seeing a bunch of schoolgirls "wow. Wow. WOW." After that, we knocked about at the shopping centre near the aquarium, and found this cool shop dedicated to ninjas; I managed to score an impressive photo with a ninja, and will try and put that up on here soon. More wandering around and then we headed to Shinsaibashi for some late night shopping/dinner. Shinsaibashi is like a gigantor Pitt Street Mall. It is now the home to my first pricey purchase in Japan, an AWESOME looking coat, made in Morocco of all places [i'm utterly disappointed that it's so damn warm here [yeh, I thought it was going to be pretty darn cold and packed accordingly] that I might not even get to wear it >.<] We had dinner at some Japanese place, with the food being decent enough, although I had a pizza anyway -_- It was potato and mayonnaise though, so it has been japanised, Then a crepe hunt ensued, as we'd seen this place before dinner which seemed impressive, so we went back after dinner to join a long line, and then the staff suddenly started giving out these weird laminated cards, and there were a bunch of tourists in front of us that got the last of these cards. We finally ended up getting some at the other end of the giant street, and i'd say it was worth it. We've made huge strides in understanding the crazy train/subway system today, which is a huge relief, but there is still a huge feeling of helplessness when you walk into a supermarket with pretty much nothing in English. Another day of Osaka awaits us tomorrow, and then off to Kyoto. 03 November 127 - Japan. Part 1.So, here I am, sitting in the lobby of the Plaza Osaka, killing an hour before we wander out yet again into the madness of Japan; this place is quite the crazy and confusing.
I doubt i'll have time for my usual rants, so i've started jotting down a few things in a little notepad, and will just try and transcribe that, so here I go...[let me say now that these keyboards aren't easy to use >.<]
Sydney airport:
Delays because of Jack Chen's evil travel agent, who managed to book something 12 times more than needed. They didn't even let us on initially, and i'm going to be dramatic and say that we nearly didn't get on the flight.
Ah, even before the airport, the cab driver and I had a great chat about the high school education system here, and he ended up asking for my number to talk further about selective schools o_o
Jack travels light and wants a sequel already - not too sure what that means He also came up with some memorable quotes, one being...
"Just remember the one word. Flight mode." - JC
"That's two words, Jack" - me "Not if join them together" - JC Gold Coast airport:
Delays AGAIN because of that damn travel agent, and Ronald has now already been to the bathroom 4 times.
Started reading 'High Fidelity' - it's given me a headache
Jack underwent the random explosives test and laughed like a schoolgirl [a manly, Japanese schoolgirl] when being prodded
Another memorable quote from Jack [you can figure out the context]...
"Six inches? I can fit twelve inches in my mouth easily"
The flight:
Impressive food and entertainment by Jetstar - especially the selection of white music
Watched 'Casino Royale' and 'The Dark Knight'..AGAIN
Ronald's bathroom count is now 7 - and I slept a lot on the flight, so who knows many I missed
In Osaka:
The lifts smell good!
Seats on some trains rotate automatically O_O
The train system is frakn complicated
We thought Chris was dead, and finally found him after an hour or two
In the Plaza Osaka [hotel]:
I used the automatic toilet thingi today morning; WOW
Anyways, that's all for now. Comments welcome. Sayonara. 30 December #126 - 2007: The year in movies [75 of them]As some of you may know, I collect my movie tickets. Not too sure why, probably the memories *bites fist*, but I thought I may as well put 'em to use in my recollection of the year that was in movies.
The list that follows is purely a list of movies that I've seen in the cinemas in Australia this year, and Australia, being the backward country that it is, may have got some of these a little late (Half Nelson, Pan's Labyrinth for example). They're ranked, although how I've ranked them I can't really explain clearly, apart from the fact that it's the level of WHATEVER (humour, emotion, action) I got out of them, and the preconceptions I had for quite a few of them, and of course, the copious amounts of alcohol that have flown through me this year are not really helping my memory a great deal right about now.
Anyways, without any further adieu, here goes:
06 October #125 - Farewell, Boss ManSaturday, 6th October, 5:36 a.m., 'If You Were There, Beware' starts playing and I look at my phone; "Home" calling. In hindsight, I didn't know it was 5:36 a.m. till I checked the phone log, but it looks good to have a mastery of time. As you may have already noticed, I am frakn drunk out of my mind still. I digress. So, 5:36 a.m., I pick up the phone and my mum sounds concerned; "Where are you? Are you ok? You normally come home by this time". I take a moment to take in my surroundings and realise that I am in fact not home. The surroundings consist of green grass [at my eye level], the clearish blue sky, a laundry machine, old clothes and rags, a rusty sink, and a broken down toilet; I'm in some sort of external outhouse/laundry in god knows whose backyard. I mumble something on the phone and hang up. Did I mention I was frakn shivering? This is probably due to the fact that I have no shirt on, and I take a while to find my glasses [slightly bent now -_-] and then another little while to find my shirt. It's scrunched up on the ground, covered in dirt and what not, and I spend a while going through the old clothes that are there and finding something to put on; I'm well on my way to hoboism. I'm still so out of it that I can't be bothered doing any more than sleeping for a further two hours, at which time I use that sink to wash the shirt. While I'm doing that, some asian dude comes out to the backyard and is probably a little startled to see wearing some of possibly his old clothes, washing a stained shirt in that sink of his. He's pretty dressed up for 7:30 in the morning, and we go through the whole "Who are you? Why are you here? Get out, etc" routine. I've never seen the dude before so I finish up washing the shirt, and then realise that I can't walk the streets in those old clothes so I put on the frakn wet shirt, to add to my already freezing state [good lord]. I stumble around for a while and notice that I'm somewhere near Croydon/Ashfield, and proceed to walk for around an hour in the general direction of home. I try to ninja my way in as well as I can, and even though my mum hears me come in, she doesn't bother physically getting up [phew].
Fast forward four or so hours and here I am, typing this out, with a throbbing headache. Rewind 18 or so hours and you'll see how I got from A to B.
It's around 6 p.m. on another Friday night, but also not just another Friday night; it's Boss Man's farewell. Most of us Eclipsians are at Cruise Bar and the night ahead promises a smorgasbord of shots in addition to the standard rum. Fast forward another several hours, and it's all going fine and dandy, and there are still a few Eclipsians left [PT, Boss Man...[that's all I can remember, but there were more I think]] and I walk up to the bar for the umpteenth time and put my credit card to use for the umpteenth time. I'm buying shots, weird looking cocktails and rum. These two women come up to the bar beside me [leb or greek]. One asks what the weird looking cocktails are to which I shrug, and then asks what shots am I getting, to which I respond a Quick F*ck [I think i was planning on getting 151's but I smoothly changed it]. I believe I end up buying her one. By this time, PT has a huge grin on his face and is playing wingman. It's an hour or two later, and I'm still talking to this woman; all over her may be a better description, and that's probably as descriptive as I'd like to get on this blog. On these matters. Did I mention she's hot? PT should back me up on this. This is when things get blurry...Talking to PT now, he says that I came up to him and said "uh, I'm going now" and walked out hand in hand with that woman [apologies for ditching you, PT]. And, well, the next thing I remember is the beginning of this blog. *psy*.
And so comes to end another drunken outing, but this is one of those rare occasions where I actually WOULD like to recollect those missing hours. Once again, farewell to Boss Man; you will be sorely missed, but good luck to you in your new venture. 22 September #124 - The Kingdom: A Greater Union free Advanced ScreeningI read about The Kingdom sometime late last year and with Jennifer Garner being cast in it, it obviously piqued my interest. The trailer looked good and it got some pretty good reviews on AICN, and when I saw a banner ad on Greater Union for free tickets, I thought I may as well enter as it just required accepting some T&Cs, and not the usual "in 25 words or less..." rubbish. Lo and behold, I get an email from them on Tuesday saying I've got two tickets to a screening the next night at George St, and I thought I may as well invite ze chrus for a good ol' mandate since he was probably going to be in China when the movie actually got released [turns out now he's not even going [fag]]. The hack also got tickets, so it turned into a double mandate with him and ron-e coming along.
A few people saw the voucher you had to print out to get your two tickets, and it had no unique code or Cinebuzz [Greater Union membership thingi] member number, etc on it, and they rightly pointed out that you could just print several copies of the voucher and they'd have no way of knowing if they were fake or not. Fast forward to 6:40pm—after wasting more money at Myer—and we get to the front of the line at Greater Union and hand over the vouchers and they tell us that the tickets to The Kingdom have sold out...mother frakkers. Obviously some fags have printed away and got there early and walked off with handfuls of tickets; not very suss at all is it? After being hyped for a while, I did NOT want to leave empty handed, and there were quite a few people behind us with vouchers in hand also starting to get angry, although who knows how many of them just had copies. The checkout chicks went to talk to senior management and came back ten or so minutes later and said there's around ten more seats, so we finally got our tickets. We walk in and see that the only seats free are in the FRONT row; joy.
To be honest, it wasn't *that* bad, and I tried to keep moving my neck so I wouldn't end up getting taken the next day. The movie itself I really enjoyed, with everyone in the theatre sitting in complete silence throughout that opening scene, and even with the amount of violence I'm exposed to on a daily basis, I was slightly disturbed and thinking, "holy shit". Jen Garner performed some kickassery that Sydney Bristow would have been proud of, and I really liked the end [hack thought it was cheesy] with both sides' minds being put at ease with "we're going to kill them all".
And just for the heck of it, we watched Superbad on Thursday night and Stardust last night. Superbad was cringeworthy, but damn funny, and Stardust was, well, it was alright at best, nothing new, and needed more screentime from Gervais.
Also, congratulations to Varun on graduating ~_~ Sick of him complaining that I forgot it was on Tuesday >.< 29 August #123 - Microphone HogI have fond memories of karaoke circa 2002; the old SBHS/MLC crew, especially Marcus Yong [god bless him], all those R&B songs and what not, but there was one thing missing; alcohol.
Fast forward to present day, more specifically, last night, and good ol’ alcohol put a new spin on things. It all started with some of the developers going to karaoke last week and a great night was had by all, so they decided to do it again this week, prefixed with some Korean cuisine. We went to some alley off Liverpool St, and apparently the alley was Pitt St o_O or so some sign said. Said alley seemed to consist solely of Korean restaurants, and after getting rejected from one, we walked into one a few metres away [that was an absolute waste of words, although i've now commented on it, so it's not as useless]. Anyway, we all sat down, I looked at the menu and saw pork this and octopus that, and what do you know, number SEVENTEEN was the only vege dish they had. This however turned out like Chili's, where the one dish that I could eat was awesome, and I was absolutely stuffed by the time we left [I had this kimchi tofu thing, and it was very indian like in terms of the flavours and spiciness].
The restaurant also initiated the alcohol, and in quite a big way. We had shots of Soju [korean vodka like thingi] every 5-10 minutes, and I could tell that I was going to be wasted very soon. We left the restaurant at around 8:30, and thus missed that red moon eclipse thing. PT had very kindly called during the dinner to remind me about it, but I think I cut him off coz it was time for another round of shots [apologies, PT]. Speaking of PT though, the geezer is going to Tasmania for the next few days with Pon and a couple of others, doing god knows what. Apparently something about scenery and mountains, but, meh. First thing people seem to associate Tasmania with nowadays is incest anyway, so I've asked him to document that in some way [I lie; I haven't, but maybe I should have]. Ah, I should also mention things I was toasting to during these shots; Arvind not having a hernia, North Korea and Kim Jong-il. Don't think many others were with me on the last two ~_~
So, we're drunk by this point, and go into some karaoke place, and it looks pretty cool, but then we go to order some alcomohol and all they have is $150 bottles of whiskey. Needless to say, we were walking into a new karaoke place five minutes later, and this one had relatively cheap alcohol, so we stuck with it. The drink of choice during karaoke was red label mixed with iced green tea; yum [it actually wasn't bad at all, and this iced green tea could be an ingenius mixer, as it will seemingly go well with anything]. And this is where the title of this entry comes into play...apparently I became a microphone hog, and refused to let go of the mic, and sang along to nearly all the songs that were played over the next two to three hours. I remember singing along to about six or seven songs, with a chinese one in the mix that I was singing a great melody to, but the rest was kind of blurry, but I was reminded throughout the day today about my efforts/heroics. My personal highlight was Take That's 'Back for Good', which there were no words to on the damn screen actually, but I had them safely stored away in my head, just for an occasion like this.
There were plenty of photos taken, so I will put a few up sometime soon, and my vocal chords have taken a beating, as anyone who heard me speak today can identify with. All in all, a LOT of fun, and I can't wait for round two, although I've been semi-blacklisted by the devs for hogging the mic, so I'll have to reassure them that next time I will try and restrain myself. 26 August #122 - Faux Facebook accountsSo, lately, due to my growing hatred of the scum that is facebook, stooges have been making faux accounts in my name; GG people, you officially have no lives. I must say that the quality has improved from the first that had my last name spelt incorrectly, and then, well, there's this second one that was created last week that had it spelt right Q_Q but yes, you get the point.
In any case, the stooge that went to the trouble to create the second account went and made a gmail account in my name (to add to the legitimacy), and then proceeded to start adding work people >.< It all started with Pon coming up to me one afternoon and asking "Did you just add me on facebook?!" and it's gone on from there for about a week, with constant denial from my end about not conforming to that rubbish.
Anyway, i'm sitting here on this wonderfully sunny, Sunday afternoon, coughing and sneezing due to my diseased state, and I thought I might as well try and log in to my faux gmail account, and after two minutes of 1337 hacking (two guesses later), i'm in; VICTORY! Now, surely, you'd at least put up a decent password after going to the trouble of making a facebook account in my name; apparently not. Next time anyone does go to the trouble though, at least try and do it from my actual hotmail account, won't you.
The reaction would be priceless when said stooged identity thief tries to log in and do whatever you do on that god forsaken site, so I hope i'm there to witness it, but if not, this will have to do. If only I had the time to get facebookpolice.com and waronfacebook.com up and running *psy* 30 June #121 - WindfallIt's probably about 9am, and I am STILL extremely out of it. There is some retart in the apartment above hammering nails into something, and he has frakn woken me up when I most need sleep, and now MY head feels like nails are being hammered into it, so let me take you back to see how I got to my current state [although I'm sure anyone could guess that it was my good friend Mr. Alcohol].
Work has been extremely hectic all week, and add to this that damn uni exam I had on Monday, and I was relishing the opportunity to get drunk off my face. We were all supposed to go out for Arvind's birthday (at the Argyle), but the stooge was still at work at 6pm, and I think everyone just pulled out. Ze chrus, hack and I went to the Argyle anyway, but as soon as we turned left into that street where the Argyle is, we saw a line that stretched back a good 50m or so, and decided to go to Jacksons instead. This would probably be a good time to mention my windfall *changes former stooged title of blog to "Windfall"*.
I ordered a book on eBay a couple of weeks ago (early in the week), and it still hadn't arrived by the end of last week, so I complained through eBay/PayPal since expected time of delivery was 1-6 days and the seller said that not only would they refund the cost of the book, but they would let me keep the book if it ever did arrive; I get to work on Tuesday and see a package on my desk. I read the blurb again and looked at the front and back covers and leave the book on top of a few drawers until late yesterday, when ze chrus and hack were around my desk and we were figuring out what to do, and I told ze chrus to read the blurb to see what it's about, and said the same thing to the hack. During this, I was at boss man's desk talking to him about some work, and I see ze chrus and hack giving me a weird look and asking "Have you opened this book before?". At this point, I was thinking, damn, it must be in bad condition or something, and respond with a "No". They asked me the same question a few more times before I walked over hesitantly towards the book and they tell me there are four, hundred dollar notes in there O_O. Wo, wo, wo! I think some spiel about moral dilemmas was raised by ze chrus, but I had no hesitation in pocketing it, so, meh, sue me.
Needless to say, I shouted drinks at Jacksons, and then we left there at about 7, as ze chrus had to meet up with someone [date I assume [man date I assume even more Q_Q]], and during this Arvind had called and said he was at the Argyle, and I was way too sober to be going home, so I parted ways with the hack and went over to the Argyle. The line wasn't that long at all by this time, so I found Arvind and Thushanee and a couple of Arvind's mates. We were there for a few drinks, and then some of his other mates who hadn't arrived yet were complainng about how the line was too long, so we decided to go to Jackson's again. A smorgasbord of rounds of shots was had, and I think I paid for a round of 151's.
Fast forward about four hours, and I wake up on the train, with NO idea whatsoever of where I am and NO recollection of the past four hours; Why does this always happen?! I rush out of the train hurriedly, and walk over to some sort of cab rank at this unknown station, where there are about eight others in the line; *psy*. I wait for god knows how long, shivering the whole time, and there's some lass and I left eventually, and I started having some random conversation with her, and she mentions that she's going to the city, and me being in the drunk state that I am, blurt out my windfall story and I offer to pay her x amount of money—for whatever the cost is from Ashfield to wherever she's going, as well as solely paying for the trip to Ashfield [god damn, I waste money]—to share the next cab that comes along as I have already waited way too long. She of course agrees [one part my romantic nature, one thousand parts my offering to pay], and I finally end up in Ashfield, with the driver saying it was $90 [>.<], so I have no idea where the frak I ended up getting off that train at, but I know it was far—I stupidly paid for the cab via EFTPOS, so who knows how much the frakker actually charged [I guess my transaction history on NetBank in a few days will]—. I think I paid her like $70 to get to city [great estimation there, considering I paid about $22 a couple of days ago to get home from work -_-], so maybe the cab ride was worth it, if you know what I mean.
And so comes to end another exciting [sort of] tale, with more than half [and then some] my windfall blown, but as they say, "easy come, easy go". 28 June #120 - Transformers: A REAL summer blockbusterHoly frakn moly! Sam Raimi, Gore Verbinski, whoever the frak made the third 'Shrek' movie, and Tim Story to a lesser extent, take note you dropkicks; THAT is how a summer blockbuster should be made. Massive respect to Michael Bay, who had to put up with a million complaints from fans starting from late last year when those early models of the Transformers were leaked and basically everyone was whinging about how much of a disaster the movie would be. Spoilers follow...
First of all, ILM, take a bow! The transformations were so frakn cool! There must have been at least 10 moments in the movie when Naiman and I were like, hmm, don't know how to really describe it apart from *insert various orgasmic sounds here* [or to borrow a term I read on AICN recently, geekgasm]. My favourite transformation had to be a running Barricade turning into the cop car while chasing Bumblebee; pure awesomeness. Starscream kicked some serious ass against those f-22's, and EVERY scene he was in [no way near enough], but I'm sure he'll be in full force in the sequel, and all the fuss about Optimus' lips and flames, didn't even notice it for a second. Ok, maybe a second, and then *poof*.
Shia LaBeouf just seems to be getting better and better, from 'Disturbia' to this. He had all the work to do in this movie, since he had to basically carry it from a human standpoint, and he did a great job of that. There was tons of humour, and probably 90% of it was genuinely hilarious, as opposed to the crap that was 'Spider-Man 3' and 'Pirates'. Megan Fox, well, she definitely wasn't in the movie to act, but hey, being hot is just as important, and even more so in a movie like this, and as for the random aussie signals genius [rei], meh. Then of course, there were Anthony Anderson and Bernie Mac, playing what seems to be the stereotypical black role these days, with rude grandma et al. But it all just workeD.
Complaints...Hmm, well, I wanted more autobots to die, and Jazz wasn't a worthy enough sacrifice for me. THE scene in every Michael Bay film, where he tries to build that emotion to a climax, it was here, and it was cringeworthy, but luckily it didn't get taken as far as it could have. Frenzy was probably a bit TOO frenetic, and I found some of the humour involving him, not so funny.
In a year of complete rubbish in terms of big name movies to date, 'Transformers' definitely blows the competiton away, and who knows how long it'll be 'til we see the sequel, but bring on the Dinobots, Constructicons, Galvatron, Unicron and whoever else, because I cannot wait! Oh yeh, honourable GG's to Spielberg, Don Murphy, Tom DeSanto, Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman. 28 May #119 - Finales...of the television varietySo, most t.v. shows [respectable ones [on the U.S. schedule]] have come to an end for the next 4-9 months, and I thought i'd comment/rant about a few of them; SPOILERS follow, for those of you who aren't up to date, although you deserve to be spoiled for not being up to date in the first place anyway.
Heroes: The most successful new drama of the year, it had its moments throughout the season, and 'Company Man' was definitely the best episode, and the next one or two that followed it weren't too bad either, but the finale, 2nd rate television at best. Riddle me this...
Why didn't Claire or anyone else shoot him, since he can frakn regenerate?
Why did Sylar—after being such a devious villain all season—look at Hiro, say "you", stand there for 3 seconds, and then let himself get stabbed? I think Hiro also released some sort of scream in the process of moving to stab him.
Is anyone going to bother investigating the LARGE trail of blood leading into an open man hole? Because, you know, you'd think they'd do that.
Why couldn't Peter Petrelli just stop using the damn nuclear power? Oh, wait, there's an answer for this, from Kring [creator] himself at tvguide.com:
radioactive Peter's other powers were "incapacitated" at that pivotal moment, and "somewhere in there is the explanation" for having Nathan grab his bro and do the "flying man!" thing. "But the real explanation is that we wanted Nathan to show up and [save the day]!"
"Yes, I will admit that there's a very tiny window of logic there," Kring continues with a laugh. "But what can I say? It's requires the proverbial suspension of disbelief."
Ummm, I'm pretty sure that anyone who's watching knows that suspension of disbelief is required when there are people flying and stopping time on the show you fool, but that doesn't mean you have to have a lame ass ending.
For the next season of Heroes, I'd like a less retarted Hiro Nakamura [his childish antics are getting way too old] and more Sylar vs. Peter fights [Writers had said that the mini fight in the 'Five Years Gone' was just a teaser for the finale; yeah right...all we got in the finale was punches being thrown [as you do, when you've got a lot of super powers]]. Also, hopefully this thing that sees Molly when she looks for it will be a worthy villain.
24: After an AWESOME season last year, with great ratings and all the critical acclaim it could ask for, season 6 once again started well, and the end of the fourth episode was something that I've been waiting to happen in 24 for ages; a bomb actually going off, and a nuke at that! From then onwards, it kept chugging along, and then it abruptly took a turn towards BORING.
I think it was after the episode in which the Fayed saga finished, and it ended with the Audrey is alive reveal [of course, anyone that thought she was dead after they said her body was burnt too badly from a car crash or whatever is even more naive than Hiro]. I don't know why, but I lost all interest in the show after that episode, and watching the next 8 or so became a chore, with memorable moments few and far between. Riddle me this...
What happened to Wayne Palmer? Think he last appeared like 8 episodes ago, and there was some statement that he was recovering..That's it?
What happened to Charles and Martha Logan?! Why bring those two in [who were so great last season] for ONE episode? Absolutely ridiculous.
What the hell happened in Denver?
What's with Milo's brother ninjaing his way in and out of CTU, collecting his brother's belongings at what..5am?
Where'd the guy from Division go, who didn't assume the role of the person from Division who's a bitch, as happens in every other season?
How exactly did the U.S. get Jack back in the first place?
Who's Josh's real father? That seemed a bit up in the air.
How does CTU get breached so many times?!
One that I read on another site was why is every government official always wrong and Jack Bauer always right? The obvious answer is that, he's Jack Bauer, but still, I am getting tired of it myself.
For the next season of 24, I'd like the location to be changed [I hear this is something they're considering], as they've got rid off most of the cast anyway, and Jack isn't affiliated with CTU [although they'll just ask him and give him all the power he wants for 24 hours], a permanent split screen of Chloe's labour progress throughout the day [I would be thoroughly shocked if she didn't give birth "real-time" -_-], more Jack Bauer [he was in some episodes for about 10 minutes; seriously, what the frak] and more Peter MacNicol; he saved many an episode.
Hmmm, so I've only got through two shows, and sleep approaches, so I will hold off on my gushing praise for the greatest finale ever [Lost, well the Alias season 2 finale was right up there, if not better [2nd greatest definitely]] until a latter time, when I possibly compile together some of the theories/mysteries that the finale left behind for us, and possibly talk about Grey's and Housewives. I should probably give an honourable mention right now to the Smallville finale actually; Bizzaro is in town! That last shot of him with the face cracking was GOLD. 05 May #118 - Spider-Man 3: A musical comedyRight, before I get onto Spidey and crap, it is 2 am now, and I have another drunken blog to tell, and I actually wrote some of this down in the spare HOUR or two that I had while attempting to make it home tonight, so with no further adieu, allow me to quote verbatim...
Midnight. Get up seeing a "burn" flying past and feeling very cold. I think, frak, Auburn, better get off next; Next stop I see is Minto...FRAK. I just passed frakn Ingleburn, which is about an hour and then some from my place. I see a train approaching a train [sic] on the other platform and it is going the other direction so I get on. Three stops later, I ask the guard [was smart enough to get on near the guard's compartment] where the train is going, and a fat while bloke responds "via East Hills". I sit down, assured, and 10 minutes later, realise, no, that is NOT how I get to Ashfield; damn you, alcohol! Having already wasted enough $ on the alcomohol, and having no early start tomorrow, I decide then and there [at Holsworthy] to get a night rider from Central [If I get to Central]..see you in the future, while I sleep.
Hmmm, so that was it, basically word for word, and as you can see, it is the future, and I am alive [go me]. I ended up getting off at Redfern at 1 am or so, and waited 30 minutes [successfully] for the last train that goes past Ashfield, so I even avoided a night rider. Before all this, Friday night was looking disasterous, with everyone pulling out, but luckily, at around 6 or so, Arvind asked what the go is, and notified me that him, Jeff and José were going to the Brooklyn, and varule and naiman also came along. We were there for an hour or so, and then went back to the office for some reason, and still see about 5 people there, crowding around PT's comp. It turns out that Pon is showing his around the world photos [all 68 of them] -_-. After he is done, we manage to get PT and lauren to come along to Lenin. Good conversation and alcohol was had, and then everyone left, and I think ack, arvind and I walked all the way to Town Hall, because they wanted kebabs. I believe I ended up eating fries, and combining that with the couple of croissants I had a few hours earlier made for a brilliant dinner. And that's probably that. I shall move on to spidey.
***SPOILERS FOLLOW***
So, ‘Spider-Man 3’, where to begin? How about, it was a frakn joke. There was TOO much singing by Kirsten Dunst, a ridiculously long ‘Saturday Night Fever’ homage [done for god knows what reason], and a lot more “comedy” than action. Nearly all the “emotional” scenes were greeted by laughter from the packed theatre, and by the end of it, I thought the Sandman would disperse into a damn love heart and fly off; it would have been a fitting end to the farce.
Also, it’s fine to make the film 2 hours and 19 minutes [or however long it was], but if it involves everyone seemingly dying and then coming back 20 minutes later when the current subplot gets boring, it is NOT needed. We all know Sandman is one of Sam Raimi’s favourites, but he was not a worthy villain, and to make it so Sandman-centric was ridiculous, and is what contributed to Venom being made to look like a retard. He was just put in there because Avi Arad or Stan Lee told Raimi that the fans want Venom, and it seemed like that with the raw deal we got in terms of Venom.
Getting back to the ‘Saturday Night Fever’ homage [refer to the pic at the bottom of the blog [from this AICN spidey article]]; why, honestly? Who the hell needed to see that? Since when does Spider-Man EVER act like that, and when did he ever have an ego when he was sans symbiote? I have no idea what those stooges were thinking when they wrote half this crap, because crap is what it is.
Hmm, unfortunately the brain cells seem to be dying at a rapid rate [I am also very sleepy], and I can't remember any more about it, so mnyes, comment away if you want. Ah, I remember PT wanting some sort of darkness rating, and I will give it at 1/10 [for the scenes that were at night, because they were pretty dark [as in colour wise *psy*]]. Basically, if you like the comics, you won't like the movie; you suck, Sam & Ivan. 18 April #117 - My 22ndWell, let me start of with the fact that this is blog number 117 [the number is EVERYWHERE I tell you], and wishing good ol' Jen Garner a happy birthday for yesterday.
PT was telling me yesterday night of times when you get drunk off your face, and you wake up the next morning, almost afraid to open your eyes, because you realise the hangover will be really bad, and hesitantly half-opening one eye, you don't feel anything, and then you open both your eyes, and by some miracle of god, you're perfectly fine; today was NOT one of those days for me >.<
My impromptu 22nd parté begun at work at 9am, when I was flocked with greetings from numerous well wishers, and PT gave me my present; a 'Mr. Grumpy' book. There's apparently 45 others like this, including Mr. Jelly [what is that about], Mr. Nonsense [what this blog is turning into], and Mr. Good [he was the ONLY one who was white; talk about racial overtones, I am getting sick of this I tell you]. Anyway, the reason I got this is that I have been given the title of 'Lord of Darkness' at work, due to my cynical outlook on most things, and once again, racial overtones from that damn white man, and mnyes, quite the nifty present, and he has also gone to the trouble of annotating some of the pages, with various humourous comments, so good on him. Actually, I'm looking at it now, and he's only annotated one page, so I shall take some of that gratitude back.
The day went on, and Lauren [I have had to stop calling her Lozenge because she got very, very angry] and PT wanted to take me out to lunch, and after a rapid exchange of msn messages where I kept repeating that I did not want a big deal made of my birthday, I caved in, more for THEIR satisfaction than mine. We went to the Ship Inn, and I started with a shot of 151 -_-. We had a pizza each [twas good], and then back to work. Amidst all this, madrid and ron had been planning some sort of outing, but being that it was madrid and ron, I didn't think a lot would happen. Madrid called at around 550 and said they're going to get cheesecake now from Maroubra, and then come to Deloitte, and considering that that would have taken another hour, I just told them to come and screw the cheesecake. In that hour, boss man, PT, ack and I went to Brooklyn for drinks. Madrid and ron-e eventually came along, and I was shouted some more drinks, and then whitey came along a bit after also. Boss man and PT left, so the rest of us went to City Extra, and I must say the food was not too shabby. Further drinking then ensued at Lenin [we're starting to go to that place a LOT, and consequently blowing exorbatant amounts of money on those damn martinis, bloody marys and daiquiris], and as usual, ron fell asleep. The last venue was once again, the Ship Inn, where I had started the drinking 11 hours earlier, and as it started, it ended, with a shot of 151, and then another for good measure. I somehow stumbled home, and woke up today with a horrible hangover. Luckily, the eclipsians were very understanding of my situation, and nursed me back to soberness. There was also cake today in my honour [and others, but mnyes, mostly me I say], and it was chosen by me [some caramel chocolate nut mudcake thing] and went down very well with most people.
So, thank you once again to the well wishers [I think a good hour and a bit was spent on the mobile yesterday, fielding calls], and mnyes, that's that. I have also [will do so very shortly] uploaded the picture of Lord Vader and myself, and am realising that I may have hyped it way too much and that it will be a let down, but it definitely one of those you had to be there things. 06 April #116 - Anny's FarewellThe bus ride home was quite the interesting end to the nighT..I ended up leaving Cruise Bar at midnight [cinderella man as Pon puts it [brilliant I tell ya]] in the hope of catching a train home, but I get to Circular Quay and the only trains are to frakn Lidcombe >.< My aim of the night was to not catch a cab home after the recent cabbings that I have undertaken, so I decide to walk [rapidly] towards Town Hall in the hope of getting a night rider, and I do one better in getting the last 461 out of the city. I sit in the back seat and these 4 random women get on at the next stop, and decide to also sit in the back seat, and start singing ~_~ They did this for the whole trip, but at least two were hot, so it was definitely bearable. I requested them to sing "Free Bird" but they had no idea what I was on about *psy*. But before the bus ride, there's still the whole day to talk about, so...
Easter celebrations/speeches for Anny's farewell started mid-morning, with a crapload of hot cross buns. I then spent the next couple of hours anticipating the "design workshop" [bbq/guitar hero/wii/singstar o_O], and it lived up to it's mark, even with me being a vego. Various beers/meat/veggies were consumed by all, laughs were had, and asses were whooped in Guitar Hero and in that PS3 boxing game [by me, in the metaphorical sense, that iS]. The final nail in the coffin was me beating PT in singing that grapevine song by good ol' Marvin Gaye. We [lozenge, pt and I [others left earlier]] left there around 7, and thought we should go to Cruise Bar where Anny's farewell drinks were being held. We met Cam outside the bar, and had a few drinks, before lozenge and cam left, and then Pon [who came along later] decides to tell us there's some unspoken bar tab [go the partners]. The evidence of this was seen by moi about 5 min later, when 20 jagermeister bombs were lined up along the bar [holy moly]. Obviously I got into the Appleton's, and I am pleasantly surprised that I am still in one piece after not eating from about 130 pm. Ah, random salsa dancing classes started at the Cruise Bar, and I must say, the form was pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty gooD. The instructor had this damn hot blonde woman to dance with >.< Anyway, an extremely short blog, but mnyes, I am most drunk, so deal with iT. And ciao to Anny; you shall be sorely missed. 31 March #115 - Another drunken blogRight, nearing 3am, and I am setting off on another drunken blog. I once again stuck to my rum diet [multiple drinks of a few different kinds, which I cannot recollect] and am home safely, although I did cab it home >.< On the plus side however, this was a cab ride from only Newtown, where Tony, 15 [as in, 15% integrity, coz she lost the rest in a bet with me about the lift buttons beeping] and I ended up, and then I ended up in the middle of Tony and 15, and realised it was time for me to leave. The damn bouncer at the club in Newtown we ended up in [it was playing that "we don't like cricket" or whatever song] had the audacity to ask me at 2am, where my glasses where, and I think I made some smart ass comment, which he wasn't too happy about, but I actually still got let in, only to leave 5 minutes later after wondering what the frak i'm doing in there anyway.
Before this impromptu Newtown cab ride, which was prompted by [hmm, that doesn't make it impromptu does it? BAH, whateveR] Damo throwing his blackberry onto the street [dismantling itself in the process, but still managing to work] and asking Tony to wait for a call from it [how random], after we could hear them saying something about a pub in Newtown, we were in some other random pub in Glebe. We had been in this pub for a good few hours, and they had Appleton's, so good on 'em. It ended up with the last hour or so being Cerry, Arvind, Pon and I, talking about a lot of random shite, and before that, Matt, Chris, Gieta and co. [can't be bothered listing at this time of the night] were also there. Oh, I guess I should mention Anny who is leaving, but mnyes.
I really don't know why I am attempting to write this whole thing backwards, but am realising now that it is going to involve brain power, which one lacks at this time of the night, in the state I'm in, but anyway, before this random drinking, we were drinking somewhere else, and there were a few more people, who hadn't PULLED OUT by then [i.e. PT [although he copped some voicemail abuse about pulling out, muahahahA]]. Boss man was also in full flow, with his sagely advice, which I also won't be remembering anytime soon, but I'm sure the hack can fill me in, since he doesn't drink. This is also probably where the highlight of the night was, when I got a photo with Darth Vader! Hopefully lozenge's camera was in good order, because that is one for the blog I tell ya. PT was very excited, since I am Mr. negativity/lord of darkness at work [my great attitude/outlook on life], and he was hoping I'd learn something from lord Vader. Lozenge, if you're reading this [very low chance], send the photo(s). Darth also made a comment before the photo was taken about not wanting to get red eyes in the photo, which at the time I found well funnY.
Before all this, we went to the trotts, before which we went to another pub, where someone's credit card was put on the line as an open bar; good on 'em. The trotts were good, well, at least that random buffet, where the only thing vegetarian was the three types of cake and the fries [obviously, that was my dinner *psy*..or should it be w00t?]. I thunk I backed the winner in the first race, but had nfi what the go was after that, and will assume I lost. You could also only redeem stooged cans of liquor with those vouchers, which was very disappointing, and I was forced to drink that Woodstock shitE [absolute bollocks].
Right, well, that's probably it. Sounds pretty mundane, but hey, blame the alcohol for that, and hopefully next time we'll get to see the Greyhounds; BOOYA. And another hopefully is that i'll get that photo with Lord Vader on here. 17 March #114 - Drunk, but alive to write a blogHmm, this is quite possibly the first time I have been drunk, but alive enough to blog. Woo-frakn-hoO. Let's start with the stooginess. I am apparently going to be a frakn casual at Deloitte, and not offered a grad..yet..or so they say; JOY. Apart from being pissed about that for most of the day, we had cheesecake at work, a pub lunch [rum/pizza..or was it lasagne], more alcohol, and then met up at the Pavilion at 7 with condominic, madrid, ze chrus and ergon. We had a few drinks there, and decided to walk to some restaurant I can't remember now, but on the way [well, actually, 2 minutes into our journey, we walked past Pizza Hut [the only one where you can eat in as far as I know] and decided to eat there instead]. We ordered some ridiculous amount of garlic bread, and while waiting for our meal, some random women come up to us with a cake [from The Cheesecake Shop] and apparently it's one of their birthday's, and they're women so they don't want to eat cake. Obviously, I oblige, along with dom and madrid, and then the woman who's birthday it isn't says something to the birthday woman about taking a photo with us, so we agree, and some photo is taken. Then the woman who's birthday it isn't says how about a kiss for the birthday girl, and considering that she is sitting next to me, [and I was possibly 10% drunk] I once again oblige. The woman who's birthday it isn't then wants a picture of this, and the process is repeated, but there is some issue with the camera. It is repeated again, with the camera not flashing twice, and FINALLY, after all camera issues have been resolved [bs I tell you], it is done. Unfortunately, none of the other stooges took a photo of this, otherwise, it would have been blogworthY. We finished eating whatever we were eating and left, wondering where to go next.
Wandering around the city ensued, and madrid and I thought we might as well go to Darling Harbour. This is probably a good time to mention that enron looked like some sort of businessman/tourist with his gigantic trolley luggage thing, which he had to carry around the whole night. Suraprik also called during this time, but his enticements of Goon were not enough for us to go all the way to Wynyard. We were originally planning to go to The Watershed, but we saw that Cohi Bar was open, and I got in without being carded O_O. This is when I knew this day was definitely on the up and up. We had several drinks there, and madrid bought some cuban cigar, which we all thought was stooged at first [but gave it a go nonetheless], but then these 20 lankan men and women came along [sitting next to us] and killed the vibe of the whole bar in the process. Madrid, skillfully, directed his foul smelling cigar smoke directly at them, and within minutes, some were attempting to wave the smoke away, and others coughing. This went on for a while before they left; victory was ourS..
Ze chrus wanted to leave at 11, so it go to around 10:55, and we had decided that we'd have shots to end the night. We went to the bar thinking we'd had Chartreuse, but the bartender laughed at that request, and instead showed us a bottle of Bacardi 151, specifically pointing to the "flammable" symbol and the alcohol percentage; I wanted in straight away. I went to get money from some ATM quite far away, and happily paid for the shots. Suffice it to say, BURNZOR BGOR. 75.5% alcomohol apparently, and it's the most legalist [surely not a word] thing available in Australia. Madrid that stooge, after all his heroics in the cigar department, sipped the shot -_-. We then walked back to Town Hall, and I sort of wanted another 151, so after ze chrus walked off to catch his bus, dom and I got another shot at The Pavilion, where our night had started. We then went to the train station, and I am home now, with the train ride being uneventful. So, definitely a mixed day overall, but alcohomol came to the rescue I guess. I'll definitely be on the look out for 151 from now on, even though it is going to bleed the cash dry. Apologies for the shortness of this blog, but i'm sleepy, so deal with iT. 24 February #113 - Lauren's BirthdayIt's 1:40 in the morning. I know this because I wake up on a train that is picking up speed again and look at my phone. I then look out the window and see a "Merrylands" station sign slowly passing by; fraK. I get off at the next station, Guildford, and wander around for 5 minutes wondering what the hell i'm doing in Guildford at 1:50. Then I wonder how i'm going to get home. There don't seem to be any more trains, and the only people in sight are these 3 tongan like people, who are sitting on some steps for no apparent reason. I walk up to them and ask if there's a night rider anytime soon and they don't know what the hell i'm talking about. I proceed to sit down on the steps for a further 5 minutes wondering what the hell I should do. I decide to find a cab, and then wonder where a cab is going to be in Guildford at this time of the night, where I haven't even been before. I'm also thinking, elron hubbard is in the next suburb, it's only 2 a.m., maybe I should call him [This is probably a good time to mention that I am quite drunk at this point in time]. Even in my drunken state, I realise that it would be quite idiotic to get him to pick me up, so I walk towards some sort of main street. I see a cab approaching, and flag it down, and ask the dude if he'll drive to Ashfield. He agrees. I then tell him that I only have $18, and before I can even ask if he takes Eftpos, he drives off [think he was curry as well, the pricK]. Another cab comes by in a few minutes, and the first thing I ask is "Do you take Eftpos?". I get a "yes". He then asks where I want to go, and luckily agrees when I say Ashfield. I think I said something about taking the M4 from Silverwater Rd, and he stuck to the plan. $50 [or so] later, I stumble up the stairs to the front door, stumble into my room, and am out like a light. Thank god I'm currently working, otherwise I doubt I would have considered paying for a cab, and who knows where I would have ended up. Now let's rewind this story 10 hours or so to see where it all began. It's Friday, it's the first firm wide drinks I've been to, and the plan was to go drinking some more after firm wide drinks, to celebrate Lauren's birthday, which was last Monday. Firm wide drinks was outdoors, just outside that café in Grosvernor Place, and there were quite a few people there. I'd made a conscious decision to not get into the beer, so I just tried all those Sky and Smirnoff vodka flavours [I think it was 5 in total, and the evening/night was off to a great start]. The food was also alright, with those mini spring rolls and cheese & spinach triangles keeping me company. It got to around 7:30, and some random photos were taken of us eclipsians [the start of many, many photos, because Lauren, when drunk, equals trigger happy with that very complicated looking camera of hers]. We still hadn't decided where to go next, and I think it was Alison who decided that we should go to the Green Park [I think that's what it was called], in Darlinghurst. We all [think it was Jenny, Lex, Alex, Lauren, Cerry, Paul [aka geez, PT], Camille, Laura and moi] caught a bus there, and probably scared a few people on the bus with the amount of shouting we were doing. Green Park was pretty nice, and we found an unoccupied space in this outdoorsy place, and proceeded to drink some more. Highlights of our Green Park tenure included a crapload more photos in a variety of random poses, rum [they had Appleton's, which I can say i've conquered now], bloody mary's [in a ridiculously large glass, with a stick of celery to boot o_O], but the niftiest drink of all, or should I say the method in which it was drunk, was the Cointreau Mouthwash. I think the name sort of explains the method, and it was sort of like some instructional video, with all of us looking to Alison, who was demonstrating how it should be done [did I mention that Pon had magically arrived by this time? well yeh, he had, and I think Jen had left]. I think it lasted around a minute, and there was some bobbing up and down, and some head tilting, and needless to say, it BURNED, but only temporarily. By around 11, 11:30, Lex left, and I think Alison also left around that time, and we were deciding where to go next. Camille wanted to go to some club called Tatlers, so off we went. We stop outside this meshed door, and it's apparently Tatlers o_O. There's no sign or anything, and then Camille goes up to the bouncer and starts talking in cryptic phrases like you see those secret agents do in movies [e.g. "is it raining in mississippi?"] to try and get us in. That of course wasn't what she said, but it was something similarly random. A list was checked, and she wasn't on that, but then some other bouncer came up and let us in [I think that's how it went anyway]. We all had another drink and danced the night away—for all of 30 minutes— before 3 or 4 of us [myself not included..why did I say "us" then you ask? Because I can't currently think of another word to describe the situation] fell to the ground like dominos—nearly hitting the unoccupied drum kit [I can't believe I didn't attempt to play the drum kit, because i've always wanted to] that was sitting there—, in a chain that was started by Laura tripping I think. That was apparently a kick-outable offense, to which PT didn't take too kindly to, but no punches were thrown. More wandering ensued, and we were suddenly in Kings Cross. Even thinking about it now, I had no idea Darlinghurst was close to Kings Cross o_O. The birthday girl decided to call it a night—Well, she was going to Chinese Laundry to meet Cam, but meh—, so Alex and I waved down some cab, while the others entered some club [no idea about the name]. Alex and I then try to get into the club, but I'm stopped at the door because I'm apparently not sober enough to be let in. How the bouncer came to that conclusion is beyond me, because I was pretty damn sober. By this time, it was around 12:30, so I thought I might as well go home, and I luckily [or so I thought] got on the last train home. I obviously fell asleep on the damn train, and the rest of the night, you've already read about. There'll hopefully be some photos to accompany this in a while, if/when I get them from Lauren. |
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