Having fun at the moment. Even though my housemate has just awoken and is generally wandering about... I'm watching "Severance" with the sound off (cos i have seen it numerous times) but with Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells II as the sound track while I'm ripping other CDs. Sending wrong messages to my friends and generally showing the way that I like my life and my experiences to go (for a fucking change) I really enjoy just being able to chill and not have to worry about all the normal life-related worries that plague our existance. It's nice to just plod along and really not worry about things.
I have had a couple of conversations tonight where I think i have definitely overstepped the mark... by quite alot and considering one of the places i over stepped the mark is directly related to my brother... when i do think about it though i'm sure he'll understand if he does actually find out about it. As much as it is bad for me etc... the indulgence this weekend has been really good... it's really been fun! Catching up with my old crew... the guys I started going out to raves and d&b gigs all those years ago and reliving some of the fucked up weekends and stupid experiences that we ended up having... it was really fucking awesome. Initially i was really self concious about it and then one of my old mates (who i haven't seen in at least 2 years) said to me "the last time I remember catching up with you i had a head full of acid and you had bright fuck off purple hair"... It was fucking awesome.
That weekend.. as much as there was a lot (and i mean A LOT) of other shite going down... some of the standout moments from that weekend are the types of things where they will just stay with you from there. I remember we were all a mess and we were at my mate's (who's birthday it was today) beach house about 2-3 hours out of the CBD... and while twisted we all wandered down to the beach, which was only about a block or two away.
When we got there, there was the most incredible storm front coming in from the ocean... PITCH fucking BLACK... armageddon style darkness.... and we were sorta wandering about trying to figure out what to do... it started to rain... the rain was the 10c piece sized raindrops, the type that thuds again your windshield and instantly soaks straight through your shirts or pants... we took cover under the toilet block that was near the beach we were standing at... and to this day... it's one of the most clear memories i have had (particularly considering how twisted under the influence i was).
We stood there... two of the girls and myself... under the short length of verandah. There was this guy... he just screamed trailer trash... the way he dressed in his flannette t-shirt was a dead give away... but he had a pram and bub in the pram... and i still remember huddled with the girls and this guy turning to us and in the most ominious voice you could imagine...
"It's like it's NEVER GOING TO STOP"
Queue the bunch of us twisted fucked up crew on acid b-lining it for the house like our very lives depended on it... Not the shit you wanted to hear with a head full of acid.
So we jog/ran/sprinted/bumbled our way back to the house... as we turn into the street... with rain POURING around us and thunder and lightning fast approaching too... and there are four of our crew that we'd left back at the house sitting in plastic picnic chairs in the middle of the street... in the rain... having a rather deep and in depth conversation... as if it was the most naturual thing you've ever seen... it was pure fucking class!
I have had a couple of conversations tonight where I think i have definitely overstepped the mark... by quite alot and considering one of the places i over stepped the mark is directly related to my brother... when i do think about it though i'm sure he'll understand if he does actually find out about it. As much as it is bad for me etc... the indulgence this weekend has been really good... it's really been fun! Catching up with my old crew... the guys I started going out to raves and d&b gigs all those years ago and reliving some of the fucked up weekends and stupid experiences that we ended up having... it was really fucking awesome. Initially i was really self concious about it and then one of my old mates (who i haven't seen in at least 2 years) said to me "the last time I remember catching up with you i had a head full of acid and you had bright fuck off purple hair"... It was fucking awesome.
That weekend.. as much as there was a lot (and i mean A LOT) of other shite going down... some of the standout moments from that weekend are the types of things where they will just stay with you from there. I remember we were all a mess and we were at my mate's (who's birthday it was today) beach house about 2-3 hours out of the CBD... and while twisted we all wandered down to the beach, which was only about a block or two away.
When we got there, there was the most incredible storm front coming in from the ocean... PITCH fucking BLACK... armageddon style darkness.... and we were sorta wandering about trying to figure out what to do... it started to rain... the rain was the 10c piece sized raindrops, the type that thuds again your windshield and instantly soaks straight through your shirts or pants... we took cover under the toilet block that was near the beach we were standing at... and to this day... it's one of the most clear memories i have had (particularly considering how twisted under the influence i was).
We stood there... two of the girls and myself... under the short length of verandah. There was this guy... he just screamed trailer trash... the way he dressed in his flannette t-shirt was a dead give away... but he had a pram and bub in the pram... and i still remember huddled with the girls and this guy turning to us and in the most ominious voice you could imagine...
"It's like it's NEVER GOING TO STOP"
Queue the bunch of us twisted fucked up crew on acid b-lining it for the house like our very lives depended on it... Not the shit you wanted to hear with a head full of acid.
So we jog/ran/sprinted/bumbled our way back to the house... as we turn into the street... with rain POURING around us and thunder and lightning fast approaching too... and there are four of our crew that we'd left back at the house sitting in plastic picnic chairs in the middle of the street... in the rain... having a rather deep and in depth conversation... as if it was the most naturual thing you've ever seen... it was pure fucking class!