My head is just now starting to hurt. An abrupt end to an otherwise fun night.
Tonight was good. Jess and I went to the Riverside Tavern to have a drink and a chat before we went to see Hallways of the Always, a one-man play written by and starring my friend Glen, about Charlie Manson. It was a good play. Although his accent tended to drop in and out of American and Australian.
We then went to eat at Fasta Pasta after finding out that at 8:30, the C-Bar had sent their chef home. wtf mate.
So I came home and drank and listened to songs off Youtube with my housemates. Dancing and singing alone to everything from The Almost to S Club 7. It was stupid fun.
Shane and I walked in to the Exchange. The only "alternative" club in Townsville. Usually a place for the metal-heads, the punks, the emo's, the alternative folk, the lovers of rock music, basically the rest of the people that aren't at the dance music clubs.
The Exchange essentially has five different areas. There is the front bar. Which is often filled with derelict people on week nights, but is usually a fairly cool place to hang out. Good music. Then there is the back area, which has pool tables and a Nightlife jukebox. So maybe there are cool people there but it's also a mix of people who'll chuck songs on like Nelly and.. Madonna.. Then there is the outside smoking area. No music but on a busy night, it's the best hang out. There is "Portraits" on the side of all of this, a piano bar which always has an acoustic duo, if not karaoke on a week night. Always really packed. Then upstairs which has your token live band (covers) and a balcony for punters to smoke on.
We'd done the rounds. Start off in the front. Walk through to the back out to the garden. Tried upstairs, walked through Portraits (got a comment on my shoelaces being cool). Sat back down in the front bar.
Sitting. Talking. Drinking. Nothing more. Haven't made contact with anyone else in that vicinity.
Bam.
Glass in the head.
I hadn't seen who threw it. I wasn't paying attention. I was literally staring off in to the distance mid-conversation. For no reason at all, someone had a problem with me. Me. Who wishes no harm on anyone. The glassies asked what had happened and I told them simply that someone had thrown a glass at me, but I didn't know who for sure because I didn't see it. I could tell you exactly who it was but because I couldn't prove it, and because I wish no harm on anyone, I couldn't speculate as to who it was. I didn't even know the guy. Never seen him before tonight. But in hindsight..
- Whilst leaving the beer garden I heard someone yell "EMO!"
- Whilst sitting in the bar I could hear "fucking......... emo....... blah blah blah...."
Why do you care? You say it like it's a dirty word. I am not posing to be someone I'm not. I'm just me. I'm nothing out of the ordinary. I don't go up and call you a fuckhead because it's obvious. Live your life you piece of shit.
Tonight was good. Jess and I went to the Riverside Tavern to have a drink and a chat before we went to see Hallways of the Always, a one-man play written by and starring my friend Glen, about Charlie Manson. It was a good play. Although his accent tended to drop in and out of American and Australian.
We then went to eat at Fasta Pasta after finding out that at 8:30, the C-Bar had sent their chef home. wtf mate.
So I came home and drank and listened to songs off Youtube with my housemates. Dancing and singing alone to everything from The Almost to S Club 7. It was stupid fun.
Shane and I walked in to the Exchange. The only "alternative" club in Townsville. Usually a place for the metal-heads, the punks, the emo's, the alternative folk, the lovers of rock music, basically the rest of the people that aren't at the dance music clubs.
The Exchange essentially has five different areas. There is the front bar. Which is often filled with derelict people on week nights, but is usually a fairly cool place to hang out. Good music. Then there is the back area, which has pool tables and a Nightlife jukebox. So maybe there are cool people there but it's also a mix of people who'll chuck songs on like Nelly and.. Madonna.. Then there is the outside smoking area. No music but on a busy night, it's the best hang out. There is "Portraits" on the side of all of this, a piano bar which always has an acoustic duo, if not karaoke on a week night. Always really packed. Then upstairs which has your token live band (covers) and a balcony for punters to smoke on.
We'd done the rounds. Start off in the front. Walk through to the back out to the garden. Tried upstairs, walked through Portraits (got a comment on my shoelaces being cool). Sat back down in the front bar.
Sitting. Talking. Drinking. Nothing more. Haven't made contact with anyone else in that vicinity.
Bam.
Glass in the head.
I hadn't seen who threw it. I wasn't paying attention. I was literally staring off in to the distance mid-conversation. For no reason at all, someone had a problem with me. Me. Who wishes no harm on anyone. The glassies asked what had happened and I told them simply that someone had thrown a glass at me, but I didn't know who for sure because I didn't see it. I could tell you exactly who it was but because I couldn't prove it, and because I wish no harm on anyone, I couldn't speculate as to who it was. I didn't even know the guy. Never seen him before tonight. But in hindsight..
- Whilst leaving the beer garden I heard someone yell "EMO!"
- Whilst sitting in the bar I could hear "fucking......... emo....... blah blah blah...."
Why do you care? You say it like it's a dirty word. I am not posing to be someone I'm not. I'm just me. I'm nothing out of the ordinary. I don't go up and call you a fuckhead because it's obvious. Live your life you piece of shit.
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hope the ol noggin is ok...
haa haa the girl got kicked out last night at about 4am for throwing ice at someone and hit the bouncer instead..haaahaaaaa silly girl
new i shoulda come out....