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It's all true!
Mar. 11th, 2005 10:11 pmOne bright and promising Saturday morning, I set out for a picnic. At about three in the afternoon, because I was lazy, and without requisite foodstuffs, because I was lazy. And it was raining. At the bus stop, I ran into an Andrew, a Justin and a Tom, all dressed in leather (well, Tom had a jacket on). They were all suited up to go to a picnic, which was a spot of luck. Except Andrew wasn't, because he had to go to work. Everyone would rather he didn't, though, so for the purposes of this story, he came with us.
The bus was late, so we hitched a ride on a gigantic badger that was passing. I'm against the introduced species, generally, but you can't go past them for transport purposes.
We got into town where it was raining, and met Shmi outside Woolworths, as arranged. We then entered woolies in search of further foodstuffs and supplies, especially oranges, as one of our number had been given occasion to remark that they were "like the sun". Despite my questioning whether having one or more billion kilometre wide flaming balls of gas on the blanket might make this whole picnic thing a bit uncomfortable, many oranges were purchased, and juice to boot, all of which turned out to be a wise decision. Shmi did the gentlemanly thing and carried my bag.
There were a lot of people in the city. I can't imagine why. We arrived at Hyde park and set up near the war memorial. I did a cartwheel, Tom and Justin spread blankets, Rashmi set up some stuff, and Andrew made a remark about how he was glad he didn't have to work today.
Near to us, there were people dressed in white who quite liked aliens, and later on they got topless and spray painted each other pink. We drank juice and wine, and Shmi opened some stuff that was called oopit but in all likelihood spelled differently, that she had made all by herself with a very tiny amount of help from her mother, and it was very delicious and we all had some, and then I had some more.
I saw Zacha briefly. He seemed to have come into the city expressly to frown and shake his head at all who were there, as if to say : "it is a tragedy, and a shame, that you all have made the life choices that you have". And by "life choices" he would have meant doing anything other than seeing the Goodies that night, which he was doing.
Damnit! Respect my life choices!
Rashmi read America, by Allan Ginsberg. I now crave to read more Ginsberg, or better, to hear/read out more. Owen was helidropped in at about that point, resplendent in rainbow feather boa and make up. I read some Ginsberg out loud as well, with ringing sound effects, and so did Owen, but without ringing sound effects. It was about this time that the weather started to clear up nicely. I swore I could have heard someone mumbling from the heavens : Well, I was planning to have it rain, but that Nile guy just shits me off so much...
Then we got a Julia! She had a beard. Also, there was a Jen, a Margaret, a Benj and a Paige. The afore-mentioned, plus Tom, all went off to march with Rainbow Labour, which I think is probably some sort of organisation in favour of fairer treatment of the ROYGBIV spectrum. But Tom came back, because he was feeling a little ill, and the music was too loud :(
It turned out, through sheer coincidence, that some sort of "parade" thing was happening in town that evening. We watched the parade, and Shmi told stories about the time that she was in such a parade, and I explained stuff to confused nearby tourists, like what "bears" are (something you would have thought obvious at the time, given that they was an odd hunerd or so walking past with a big sign saying "bears of sydney," but there you go.
Owen was meeting two girls there, one from Germany and one from Petersham. She wasn't from Petersham originally, oh no, she was from Penrith. We went and had a drink after, and they were both very nice, especially the one who was audible on account of the loud music in the pub. Then I rode home on my rocket-powered skateboard (cleverly disguised as an N50 nightride bus so as not to arouse suspicion).
The end.
The bus was late, so we hitched a ride on a gigantic badger that was passing. I'm against the introduced species, generally, but you can't go past them for transport purposes.
We got into town where it was raining, and met Shmi outside Woolworths, as arranged. We then entered woolies in search of further foodstuffs and supplies, especially oranges, as one of our number had been given occasion to remark that they were "like the sun". Despite my questioning whether having one or more billion kilometre wide flaming balls of gas on the blanket might make this whole picnic thing a bit uncomfortable, many oranges were purchased, and juice to boot, all of which turned out to be a wise decision. Shmi did the gentlemanly thing and carried my bag.
There were a lot of people in the city. I can't imagine why. We arrived at Hyde park and set up near the war memorial. I did a cartwheel, Tom and Justin spread blankets, Rashmi set up some stuff, and Andrew made a remark about how he was glad he didn't have to work today.
Near to us, there were people dressed in white who quite liked aliens, and later on they got topless and spray painted each other pink. We drank juice and wine, and Shmi opened some stuff that was called oopit but in all likelihood spelled differently, that she had made all by herself with a very tiny amount of help from her mother, and it was very delicious and we all had some, and then I had some more.
I saw Zacha briefly. He seemed to have come into the city expressly to frown and shake his head at all who were there, as if to say : "it is a tragedy, and a shame, that you all have made the life choices that you have". And by "life choices" he would have meant doing anything other than seeing the Goodies that night, which he was doing.
Damnit! Respect my life choices!
Rashmi read America, by Allan Ginsberg. I now crave to read more Ginsberg, or better, to hear/read out more. Owen was helidropped in at about that point, resplendent in rainbow feather boa and make up. I read some Ginsberg out loud as well, with ringing sound effects, and so did Owen, but without ringing sound effects. It was about this time that the weather started to clear up nicely. I swore I could have heard someone mumbling from the heavens : Well, I was planning to have it rain, but that Nile guy just shits me off so much...
Then we got a Julia! She had a beard. Also, there was a Jen, a Margaret, a Benj and a Paige. The afore-mentioned, plus Tom, all went off to march with Rainbow Labour, which I think is probably some sort of organisation in favour of fairer treatment of the ROYGBIV spectrum. But Tom came back, because he was feeling a little ill, and the music was too loud :(
It turned out, through sheer coincidence, that some sort of "parade" thing was happening in town that evening. We watched the parade, and Shmi told stories about the time that she was in such a parade, and I explained stuff to confused nearby tourists, like what "bears" are (something you would have thought obvious at the time, given that they was an odd hunerd or so walking past with a big sign saying "bears of sydney," but there you go.
Owen was meeting two girls there, one from Germany and one from Petersham. She wasn't from Petersham originally, oh no, she was from Penrith. We went and had a drink after, and they were both very nice, especially the one who was audible on account of the loud music in the pub. Then I rode home on my rocket-powered skateboard (cleverly disguised as an N50 nightride bus so as not to arouse suspicion).
The end.
