It's all true!

[puddlesofun]

One 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.

Comments

[thebenj.livejournal.com]

Liar.

As if you did a cartwheel.

[ardhra]

He did, too!

[justinant.livejournal.com]

mmm, tasty and accurate.

Uppit(t)

[ardhra]

Well, given that it's a South Indian specialty, and mostly if you find it in restaurants at all it'll be called Upma (because that's what Tamilian people call it, and Tamilians are around in greater numbers than Kannadigas), it really doesn't matter how you spell it. I spell it Uppit or Uppitt because that's the closest to the pronunciation.

[littlejenmc.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I've just been reading the works of Homer and Hesoid and thinking that they essentially just made things up, and yet they became sacred writings which were the hallmark of a philosophical belief system (all that Zeus and Gaia stuff..)

And (extrapolote broadly here) I reckon you might be on to something... you could be the next modern day Hesoid! (you just have to throw something godly in there, but the imagines of the orange sun fireballs are getting close).

Imagination is far more interesting and important than truth in any case (!)

[puddlesofun.livejournal.com]

But the bit about the oranges was true!

I'm not sure I want anyone to base a philosophical belief system on my LJ. It's a nice thought, though.

And imagination does make things more interesting.

[zacha-rosen.livejournal.com]

".. essentially just made things up, and yet they became sacred writings which were the hallmark of a philosophical belief system .."

You're thinking of the Bible. The Homeric hymns were more of a TRADITION that was made up - that is, transcribed:

"Well, they said they were gods. And I WAS dead drunk."

[http://users.livejournal.com/halion_/]

I am reliably informed that Roy-G-Biv is well treated, and if he has any complaints, it is the fault of commie traitors.

[tull.livejournal.com]

I wish I was green level. Not that I'm complaining.

Damnit! Respect my life choices!

[zacha-rosen.livejournal.com]

I do respect your Goodless life choices, even if they ARE wrong.