I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear
It's Friday. That means it's time for...The Smiths tribute band gig at Indigo!
What can I say? It was truly an awesome night on so many levels.
I've arranged to meet Tanja. I get there early and no-one's around, so I swallow the Frenzy I bought from Cosmic Corner a few minutes ago (the thinking being that as it takes so long to wear off, I'd better start early if I want to get to sleep tonight). I quickly get bored with hanging around on my own and head off to play pinball, only to run into Tanja, who jumps up and hugs me (risking serious damage to my already sore back). We turn around and head back. I'm standing talking to her friends when Esther walks up. It's been, oh, at least 18 months since I saw her - probably longer - it was when Adele was over here, so that would be September 2001. Hell of a long time. She's well, engaged, and chatty. Inevitably, being Esther, she manages one tactless comment. In this case it was asking me if I'd heard from Justine or Marama. Hardly likely, as they'd pretty much indicated they'd never speak to me again, even if forced to at gunpoint. But you know what? No reaction from me. None. I really didn't care. Monkey off my back, I think :-) That made me very happy.
I left Esther to join Tanja on the balcony. Minutes later, Hamish walks up! That's THE Hamish, ex-guitar legend and Valley boy, last heard of in China where he was the soundman at the Hard Rock cafe somewhere. He's back, and in the air force! Possibly the most unlikely sentence I ever thought I'd hear him say. AND Mike and Chris are there as well. Looking around the balcony, it's almost a case of 'who don't I know?' here....Anthony turns up, Red Dave wanders past and says hi, and it turns out his girlfriend is one of my classmates...
By this time I'm buzzing. The band come and do their thing to rapturous and deserved applause, even if it wasn't as good as last time. The crowd thins out after they come off, but there's still time for Adrian to come off stage and try to teach me to dance like Morissey, and tell me about the Pixies tribute show they're doing next week. Fantastic night. No complaints at all.
Then I head home and send an incredibly drunken trippy email to Cory (which she later says made her happy on what was a very stressful day). I get about 3 hours sleep and get up to start coding that damn website again. End up talking to Cory on AIM for about 90 minutes, which gets slightly surreal as she's also having an argument with Christian (her boyfriend) who's drunk and in the same room. I've given up trying to understand this situation at all. It is just too weird for me.
Saturday night I end up on a 'date' of sorts - I didn't think of it as a date, but she called it that a couple of times, so I guess it was. Very chaste, mostly sitting around drinking coffee and being cynical about other people. Then we went to my sister's flat where Steven (her boyfriend) was having birthday drinks. So Rachel got to meet my sister, my brother and various others, all within 2 hours of meeting me. Very good. Want to see her again, but.......nothing compares to....
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