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T > C 20:15 walkingrek just gave me a unicorn necklace!
C > T 20:26 Wow! I told Stephanie that and she said 3 Starburst lollypops are better!
T > C 20:27 ’sif
T > W 20:31 (pic)
C > T 21:07 Me and Miss Ward are going to be a Mahoot and look after the elephant! Stone sober btw !
T > C 21:08 Yep
T > W 21:50 Me sly fox. I don’t mean to alarm you but I think there are poofters here
W > T 21:54 Me at coogee dont want to alarm you but there are lezzas here
T > W 22:02 Salty
T > C 00:06 Drunked. Town hall. Randoms. tattoos. Unicorn
C > T 00:10 Drunk. Silverchair. Jim Morrison. Port. Adelaide. Gas Stove.!.
W > T 00:10 …muff diving. Heh heh
T > W 00:18 I am going camping in tassie with a random. He works on an oil rig
W > T 00:21 Card factor
T > C 01:25 Hippie judging me. Screams when in pain
C > T 01:29 I am the hippy who drinks blood and soy malk

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I spent a lot of time with Claudia over Easter. I like her. She gave me a three-day ticket to The Great Escape, a music festival held at the Newington Armoury, and we went together. We are lazy and slack and night-owls, so we only went at night. On Friday night we saw Wolfmother and some random bands. Wolfmother was rockin’, I really enjoyed seeing them and especially dancing with C in the rain.

On Saturday night we met up with some of the Party Posse, Dr Emo and Mr Jolly. We caught Missy Higgins and Jon Butler, both were awesome. It was raining hard and, depite our ponchos, we were saturated. I escorted C to her car. She was concerned, when stepping on the grass, that she might be treading on ants. “Do ants have guts?” she wondered. Weirdo. Emo left, but Mr Jolly and I stayed and saw some more random bands in the Tin Shed. A couple of girls came over and one slored onto me, complimenting me on my height. I was unreceptive but she kept trying. I enjoyed the lap dance.

At midnight we were kicked out. Exactly as I left the gate I received a call from my friend Nicola, inviting me to her house. She was there with her husband, Greg and Walking Rek was on the decks. I had offered Mr Jolly a lift home, so I took him with me. We had a few drinks and a catch-up. It was good to see them again. Nicola has been my friend since the mid-90’s and I have lived with her twice, Greg one-and-a-half times.

On Sunday we were unable to go, as Claudia had a family emergency and I didn’t really want to go alone. She came over to visit me, though, which made me especially happy. After she left I had a date with Mr Erick Morillo at Home, a Party Posse event. We met up at DJ Curacius’ office for some pre-dance drinks and got to Home at about 11PM. I ran into my hairdresser, Hani, when I was catching some air on the balcony. I also gave Anna a friendly slap on the bum. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was not pleased and deleted me from myspace. This is the worst thing anyone can do.

Erick Morillo came on at about 1AM and got the crowd jumping. His set consisted of Phases, which he would announce at the transition. There was a latin phase, a novelty. He is renowned for playing for whatever length of time he feels like. This night he felt like playing for eleven hours, until noon on Monday. I was weak and could not do it. DJ Cue and I left at 8AM and walked back to his place, stopping to check out the Dutch snackbar near the old SegaWorld. They have brootjes kroket and frikandel. I will be returning when they are open.

Cue and I settled into his lounge with beers and put on Family Guy. We fell aslepp almost immediately. I woke, seated, covered with a blanket, and was informed that I had fallen asleep with the beer clutched so tightly in my hand that they couldn’t get it out. How Aussie is that?

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Thanks to myspace surveys, I have thought about it and I have decided that my favourite thing in the world is the Internet. I spend almost all of my waking hours connected and have done so for more than eight years. The five years previous were intermittent due to per-hour Internet charges.

I have spent time sans Internet and I survived fine. I would still class myself as an addict, if only because a significant portion of my social life occurs on the Internet. I would say 80%. In a single day I would only speak to perhaps five personal contacts using voice (phone or Real Life) whereas I would interact with another ten online (for much longer). There are several of my closest friends whom I have never, or rarely, met in Real Life. This does not bother me, I am used to it. I have been using the Internet for communication since 1993 and it is as normal to me as conversation. Even in Pinkjoint in 1999 I would converse with Spong via the beta of MSN Messenger when he was <3 metres from me. Jai and I were next to each other and still used Messenger.

You, too, are addicted to the Internet. Think about it. What would your life be like without search? You would have to go to the library to find out the stuff you find in five seconds with wikipedia, google, whatever. I crave the days when I can search Real Life. “Where are my keys?”

My second favourite thing in the world is my nephew Sampson. If I was pressed to choose one thing to which I would give my life, it would be him. I wouldn’t give my life for the Internet. If I was dead, I wouldn’t be able to use it. Human emotions still rule.

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On Saturday Chris and Mei tied the knot at Banjo Patterson in Gladesville. The ceremony was held outdoors on a beautiful sunny day. Both bride and groom looked very much the part, Mei of course looking beautiful. The ceremony was touching with self written vows, although Mei forgot some of her lines as she skipped over the promise to obey. I saw a number of the present ladies shedding a tear or two. Chris’ sister Megan (Megatron II) and her partner CC performed some special music and the speeches that followed were some of the best I have heard. JohnBoy, best man, was too scared to make a speech because he is a weak little girl.

The ceremony started at about 11:15AM so the reception meal was lunch. I sat with Adam and Bits and some unfamiliar people, with the bride and groom’s table at my back. The food was good and the wine excellent. We had a fun time.

We were kicked out at what they claimed was 5PM, but the time had flown and it didn’t seem like we had been there for six hours. Chris and Mei boarded a small boat (a launch?) in the old skool speedboat style, although made from fibreglass with speckled metallic paint rather than wood. Reminded me of my motorcross helmet from when I was eight.

Us kiddies, PP and cousins, headed off to the Bayview Hotel on Victoria Road, Gladesville for a few refreshments. My protest unheard, round after round of Jaegerbombs were produced and the tone got considerably louder. I got to talk to many of Chris’ relatives, I can see little pieces of his face in each of them.

After the Bayview we went to the Cat and Fiddle in Balmain. Surprisingly, it was my first time there. Despite Slorebags’ absence I was on Random Alert and I got my first within 10 minutes of arrival. A big guy came in wearing a ‘you looked hotter on myspace’ t-shirt. I had no choice but to approach him and start up a conversation. He was a nice guy, but he wasn’t on The Space. His brother gave him the shirt.

We went into the next room. For a $10 cover charge we got to see some live music, apparently the bass player was a friend of Kate’s brother (details sketchy due to alcomohol). Anyway it was entertaining, we drank and I recall dancing. My favourite memories don’t make it here onto the blog but we had a good time. Lots of photos here.

The next stop was to, you guessed it, Chinese Laundry. I cabbed it home and got changed as I am not going to go dancing in my black suit. The Laundry was, as always, great fun. It is such a consistent night/venue. You are always guaranteed a good time at Chinese Laundry. The group had slimmed quite a bit by this time as we lost people at every move. It was pretty much core Party Posse plus Party Greg and Kate. There may have been cousins but, to be honest, my recollections are not the best. I had been drinking since 11am, and this is 1am.

I had run out of cash by this stage but luckily JohnBoy took charge and brought drinks. He kept bringing me a seemingly endless supply of Smirnoff double blacks, to which I attribute my Sunday regret. We spent a lot of our time in the Laundry room, which is usually funkier. Imagine my surprise when, on the floor, I bumped into Megatron, my flatmate. She was there with her boyfriend and some guy whom I don’t know. She danced with us for the rest of the night. Kate left but gave me her number. It turned out to not be hers

Megatron, Hayden and I shared a cab back to Cremorne when, just before home, I heard the magic words: “let’s go to Maisys”/ Maisys is a twenty-four hour cafe less than three blocks from my new house and is a North Shore institution. Both Megatron and I ordered the excellent Eggs Benedict and Hayden got some chicken thing because he has gluten issues. A great end to any night.

On Sunday I awoke at 10:30am, after only (perhaps?) five hours’ sleep. I had a BBQ at Adam’s house, a birthday celebration for both him and Mel, who was up from Melbourne for the event. I was still too drunk to drive so Adam organised for our mutual friend of twenty years, Scott, another local, to pick me up.

To the BBQ. I was a bit tentative about both drinking and eating but Jem, true to form, peer pressured me into sampling a beer. It didn’t seem to do harm. I got to the point where I forced a sausage down and then the floodgates opened and I was a hungry man. There were perhaps fifteen adults there, and of those I would say that twelve I have known for over fifteen years. Good to catch up with so many old friends, even with limited time (and mental resources). There were five babies/toddlers and one six-year-old. My life is changing.

That thirty hour portion of the weekend, ramblingly documented, was a great time and I will retain memories for years to come. Congratulations to Chris and Mei, both for their union and for the excellent event that formalised it.

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I just got home from dinner with Walking Rek in Newtown. We went to a restaurant named Doy Tao, on the St Peter’s end of King Street. The food was good, and the portions were massive. There is no way that any normal human could consume a main that size. My tofu+vege stirfry was under ten bucks, good value in anyone’s book. I also now have tomorrow’s lunch.

After dinner, we went back to her place and I was greeted with a surprise: Crazy James has moved in to the spare room! He even painted it beforehand (or, at least, Gus did). Crazy James is a sommelier/wine dude and offered me a glass of a very tasty red that he brought home from work.

It is my birthday this Friday, in two days! A fellow Aquarius, Rek’s birthday is the following Monday. As it is her 30th she has decided to do something special and is going to Melbourne for a week. I will be joining her on Sunday and returning to Sydney on Tuesday night. Both flights are planned for the evening to allow some dissipation of the the anticipated hangovers. Saturday night is my birthday party, but not just my birthday. It is also my housewarming party!

That’s right, I am now the proud resident of a much better house in Cremorne, 600+ metres closer to The Oaks than my last. I live with two girls, Mega and Kat. They are both nice, happy girls and we are getting along well. I love that the house is relatively clean and smells nice, that it is a chick house. I have my own bathroom and my bedroom is very large, 4m x 4.4m. I can easily fit my bed, desk, bookshelves and the tetris. There are builtin wardrobes, 3.4m long. Electricity use is not only permitted, it is encouraged! This was the only house I looked at, I knew it was the one for me. There were ten other applicants and I was the one they chose because they, correctly, found me to be lovely.

Marianna, I hope you are happy that I just mentioned you in my blog.

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