What Sunday was like:

[puddlesofun]

So I went out to go to the Newtown Festival but then I saw Justin's car so I said Hey Justin and he said Hey Chris, wanna drive with me in my car? I'm going to get some sandals to wear to the Newtown Festival, because all of my shoes are boots, and I said Yes, yes I do, so away we drove, and whilst we were zooming through Petersham Justin saw a cool girl with a parasol, and he was all like "omg cool girl with parasol," and then we were both all like "hey, that cool girl is Georgia!" and it was because she was walking to Marrickville to get film developed because it's the only place she trusts to do it properly, so we asked did she want a ride, and she did and off we set, declaring ourselves "hardcore," her with her parasol, Justin with his rainbow rasta bucket hat and me with my skinny white legs (shorts! Why did I think that was a good idea?), and eventually we made it to the metro, and Georgia dropped her film off and Justin got sandals and I got cold because of the air conditioning, and then we went to Justin's house and Georgia made squeeing noises because it's cute and then we walked to the festival, and bumped into people we know, because that's what happens at the newtown festival, and I went to get some spring rolls but one of them was burnt and deformed, and got back to the essential stage in time to see Rastawookie, whose lineup has changed again, but that's okay, they got the crowd moving, and I couldn't make it through the crowd to where the others were, so I just grooved by myself, taking care not to step on the tiny fluffy white dog lying right behind me, and then Nick (my brother) showed up and grooved along with me for a while, because we're a groovin' sort of family, and then he left again, and the set finished, so I went over to where the others were, but in the minute it took for me to get there they somehow disapeared without a trace, so I decided to go for a wonder through the festival to see what I could find, and I found a great many things, and a great deal more people than that, including boots and alanta, who were doing amnesty stuff, and later on they had a petition and I signed it, because I don't like it when people take away my civil rights and those of the people around me; so at this point I decided to try and find people and went to a payphone, and while I was there decided to call some folks who I was hoping to run into and I knew weren't going to be at the festival very long, and when I rang it transpired that indeed they hadn't, so then I rang Owen, having found to my dismay that I'd forgotten Georgia's number, which I'd never written down because I memorised it when she first gave it to me, and Owen said "main stage, dude, up the front" so off I went, and on the way I saw this performance poet girl that I'd heard once in an abandoned convict's hut by the light of a fire on the edge of a cliff on Cockatoo Island, so I stopped and listened for 40 seconds but had to go because peeps were waiting, and I'm not sure if she's actually really good, but I reflected that anyone who can be that earnest (oh man, so earnest) without making me cringe must be pretty good at what they do, and resolved I should go to some poetry slam or token word thing sometime just to see, but in the meantime I had a stage to get to, and I finally made it, and there was Justin and Owen and Georgia and Ves and Dan and Amber, and also Nick again for a while, and we watched The Red Sun Band, and Sarah from The Red Sun Band is shaped like a bratz doll, but without all the consumer accouterments, so that's okay, and then the festival was officially sort of closed a bit, and Owen juggled (he's gotten a lot better since I last saw him do so, I would go so far as to say he has "the mad skillz," were I prone to saying such things), and a person I recognised but couldn't quite place turned up, whose name is Sara (I think that's the spelling, apologies otherwise) who knew Owen so she said would we like to come to this party, and there would be beer, and we agreed, but first we had plastic cups of red wine in the park as the occasion called for, then we met some people, people who lived in the house, such as Rhys, and a guy with long hair whose name escapes me but who seemed very cool when I talked to him, and also a guy called Tristan who was from Canberra and had only been in Sydney 14 days, and was still all wide-eyed and in awe, he thought we were really really cool just because we were sydney-siders, which was cute, and also he was ver very drunk, and we went to this house, which is on Don st would you believe, and the woman who's house it is was enourmously hospitable and nice hearted and gave us all beer, and we also drank wine, and ate falafel, and had discussions on predator, people's lives, why I don't have a band, religious history and why it is that some cultures are more about crushing other religions than others (don't ask me because I don't know), and whether the zombie corpse of Jeff Buckley is coming to fuck your shit up right now, you Jeff hater, and I finally figured out where I'd seen Sara before, and that place was in my house, you would think I'd remember, then we said goodbye to all the lovely people and took our leave, heading to Sara's house for more boozifying, and when we stopped at the bottle shop I saw Eliza and Fiona and that friend of theirs that I've never really talked to so I said hi and had a chat, then bought booze, then we went back to the place we'd just come from because Owen had left his corkscrew, which was a very cool looking corkscrew made out of something that was I think grapevine wood, or perhaps a piece of Gandalf's staff, or maybe human souls, but anyway it was worth going back for, and I thought about saying hello to the other people I know who live on Don St, because it was still relatively early, but I thought someone might be asleep in front so I didn't, and away we went to Sara's house, and when we got there I found that her house is cool for a number of reasons, not least of them that it's covered in zombies, and words cannot express how in favour I am of using the walking undead as an interior decorating medium, but also because her housemates all seem really cool, which may be related to the zombie thing, who knows, I think at Owen's behest I drunkenly asserted that her housemate Nick was now "in my band," so I hope I wasn't actually rude, but anyway at this point it is me and Sara and Owen and Justin and Damien, whom I haven't mentioned before but he actually appeared somewhat earlier in the evening and is cool, and we drink and talk and eat unbelievable intensely sweet praline, so sweet you need to eat ice cream to get the sweet taste out of your mouth, and Owen leaves, we drink some more then Justin has to go because he has to get up at some ungodly hour and work, and then they went to bed (I know I just changed tenses twice, leave me alone) and I crashed on the couch, and I think "crashing" was definitely the word, and then I awoke early in the morning like I always do if I'm not at home, and hung out reading and consuming an awful lot of water, and tried to sleep more but that didn't really work because when I lay down I was hungry, but when I got up I just felt like laying down, so I got dressed to leave so I could aquire breakfast, but then Nick came out, and joy of sublime joys, made me coffee, for which I am eternally grateful (and I'm not being flippant when I say that: he's going in my will), and we chatted a bit, mostly about music, and he seems like a really cool guy, but I didn't want to outstay my welcome, which is always a risk when you crash on the couch of people you met the night before, so I said my goodbyes and set out into the Enmore sunshine, and on the way out of the house, the mirror called me a crack whore, and then I came home and wrote this sentence.

Comments

[snuffytherabbit.livejournal.com]

Cool. :)
That's all I can say - it was a long rambling entry, and although I got lost many times trying to get through that ONE BLOODY PARAGRAPH (have you thought about using more paragraphs? ;P ), I enjoyed it very much.

[puddlesofun.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I can't break it up into paragraphs, as it is one sentence.

[snuffytherabbit.livejournal.com]

JESUS CHRIST! So it is!!! I actually hadn'y noticed when I read it. Now it's even funnier and cooler. :P

[zacha-rosen.livejournal.com]

The trick is to use ; marks.

[snuffytherabbit.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Semi-colons. They're my personal favourite. And I agree that they are by all means the trick. I endorse incorrect and over-use of semi-colons at every opportunity. :D

[zacha-rosen.livejournal.com]

So do I; you can get away with anything.

[roseapparatus.livejournal.com]

Sarah head = too small for Bratz!

[bezique.livejournal.com]

"... and yes I said yes I will Yes."

[puddlesofun.livejournal.com]

Yes because he never did a thing like that before

[puddlesofun.livejournal.com]

I should probably get around to reading that book.

[justinant.livejournal.com]

I remember that! I like this story because I am in it a lot.

[puddlesofun.livejournal.com]

You're my favourite plucky offsider.