I Went to the Dropkick Murphys and it Didn't Quite Work Out but that's OK:
But it was fun or funny anyway. I have no idea about their music. I like to actually dance as opposed to get beaten up. But my friend Miss M seems to enjoy a good bashing and I really wanted to see what it was all about so I went and despite some soft bashing and possible frotage of my poor handbag, it was fun anyway.
Arrived with two people who both top over 6ft...I am a dwarf and unafraid of dark alleyways (that's not where the perverts hang out, that's where people go to take a shortcut or have a piddle when the actual toilets are too filthy or if they're boys they go there because they can and do pee indiscriminately).
They are both afraid of dark alleyways and completely unfamiliar with Adelaide so I had to show them all the shortcuts (in a town that is basically one long main street).
Arrived.
It was a sea of shoulders. An ocean of peoples waistbands. I saw glimpses of mohawks through the gaps in the trees. Everyone dresses in dark colours (Rainbow Brite encounters the Dark Army).
Miss M wants to go up the front, I am very willing to try this because the atmosphere is (cliche) really electric...like being a battery all excited about a trip to the charger. Everyone is very happy.
Then it starts (GOLDFISH IN SPA BATH!!) and someones elbow connects with my jaw...but softly (or I have a strong jaw and for once my square germanic head comes in handy for something), it is hard to imagine being hit by a flying elbow softly but rest assured it was and I full know that it is completely unintentional and part of the fun etc (although I am still a little confused about the biffo nature of this enjoyment).
Anyway, I am literally picked up and Miss M "bosoms" her way through the crowd and deposits me near a table (The Bodyguard...not that I have fucking seen that movie). She is the best person, and I can see that she wants to get back in there and bash and be bashed so I whisper "DON'T WORRY!! I CAN SEE PLENTY FROM HERE (not actually true, the man I am standing behind is like a fucking Ent...I am eye-level with his bum). GO BACK IN THERE AND HAVE FUN!! IF I LEAVE, DON'T YOU DARE WORRY, I WILL GO STRAIGHT HOME AND LEAVE A MESSAGE ON YOUR PHONE!!) That's the only way I could "whisper". She gives me a big sloppy kiss and runs back in to have fun colliding and hurting etc.
I like watching the maelstrom from a distance, it actually is good
It gets crowded and I can feel an arm pressing onto mine and someone breathing on the top of my head (kind of ewwww for the potential of snotty deposits only). It's a crush, I don't think anything of it at all , but then when there is a kind of intermission I am asked if I would like a drink. I say no, not because I am all "outraged" and "offended" but simply because he looks about...12 ...and in the dim light he may have thought I was younger or something. How do you explain that to someone? So I don't, I just thank him politely and make my excuses to go and find my friends. And I feel my hair for snotty deposits.
So that was as close as I will get to an actual sexual encounter for probably another million years (but I am good with that).
I am tired and so I go home. It was fun
Oh, there was a handsome man there too!
On Saturday I went to the Mind, Body and Psychic Fair with two lovely ladies who I work with (
) LOTS of interesting stalls, 10 minute massage 
, essential oils, crystals, jewellery, yummy food...I bought a picture of some elves and got drunk at the organic wine tasting stall on two thimbles worth of wine
In my last couple of journal entries, I think I may have come across aggressively on a topic I was going on about. It's just big issue for me. I was reacting/responding to a conglomerate of things that I had been reading, certainly not to any one person or anything like that. But...if I have upset anyone, I'm sorry.
But it was fun or funny anyway. I have no idea about their music. I like to actually dance as opposed to get beaten up. But my friend Miss M seems to enjoy a good bashing and I really wanted to see what it was all about so I went and despite some soft bashing and possible frotage of my poor handbag, it was fun anyway.
Arrived with two people who both top over 6ft...I am a dwarf and unafraid of dark alleyways (that's not where the perverts hang out, that's where people go to take a shortcut or have a piddle when the actual toilets are too filthy or if they're boys they go there because they can and do pee indiscriminately).
They are both afraid of dark alleyways and completely unfamiliar with Adelaide so I had to show them all the shortcuts (in a town that is basically one long main street).
Arrived.
It was a sea of shoulders. An ocean of peoples waistbands. I saw glimpses of mohawks through the gaps in the trees. Everyone dresses in dark colours (Rainbow Brite encounters the Dark Army).
Miss M wants to go up the front, I am very willing to try this because the atmosphere is (cliche) really electric...like being a battery all excited about a trip to the charger. Everyone is very happy.
Then it starts (GOLDFISH IN SPA BATH!!) and someones elbow connects with my jaw...but softly (or I have a strong jaw and for once my square germanic head comes in handy for something), it is hard to imagine being hit by a flying elbow softly but rest assured it was and I full know that it is completely unintentional and part of the fun etc (although I am still a little confused about the biffo nature of this enjoyment).
Anyway, I am literally picked up and Miss M "bosoms" her way through the crowd and deposits me near a table (The Bodyguard...not that I have fucking seen that movie). She is the best person, and I can see that she wants to get back in there and bash and be bashed so I whisper "DON'T WORRY!! I CAN SEE PLENTY FROM HERE (not actually true, the man I am standing behind is like a fucking Ent...I am eye-level with his bum). GO BACK IN THERE AND HAVE FUN!! IF I LEAVE, DON'T YOU DARE WORRY, I WILL GO STRAIGHT HOME AND LEAVE A MESSAGE ON YOUR PHONE!!) That's the only way I could "whisper". She gives me a big sloppy kiss and runs back in to have fun colliding and hurting etc.
I like watching the maelstrom from a distance, it actually is good
It gets crowded and I can feel an arm pressing onto mine and someone breathing on the top of my head (kind of ewwww for the potential of snotty deposits only). It's a crush, I don't think anything of it at all , but then when there is a kind of intermission I am asked if I would like a drink. I say no, not because I am all "outraged" and "offended" but simply because he looks about...12 ...and in the dim light he may have thought I was younger or something. How do you explain that to someone? So I don't, I just thank him politely and make my excuses to go and find my friends. And I feel my hair for snotty deposits.
So that was as close as I will get to an actual sexual encounter for probably another million years (but I am good with that).
I am tired and so I go home. It was fun
Oh, there was a handsome man there too!
On Saturday I went to the Mind, Body and Psychic Fair with two lovely ladies who I work with (
) LOTS of interesting stalls, 10 minute massage , essential oils, crystals, jewellery, yummy food...I bought a picture of some elves and got drunk at the organic wine tasting stall on two thimbles worth of wine In my last couple of journal entries, I think I may have come across aggressively on a topic I was going on about. It's just big issue for me. I was reacting/responding to a conglomerate of things that I had been reading, certainly not to any one person or anything like that. But...if I have upset anyone, I'm sorry.
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Your night sounds fun..I am a little scared of those sort of places..would I have enjoyed myself, unsure? But I am glad you enjoyed it, except for the snot possibility..I hate it when people offer to buy me drinks..I never know what to do (ok it hasn't happened in years..yah I am boring and actually don't go out much)
I was thinking of going to the Mind, Body and Spirit Fair in Sydney but a/ didn't have money b/ would have had to go by myself..which would have been fine if I had had money
xxx