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Feb. 19th, 2007 12:37 pmWhen I left work on Friday, I was carrying a small bundle of power adaptors and cables. When I turned up this morning I was carrying the same bundle: Rachel wondered if I'd actually been home at all in the weekend. I wondered too, because it sure didnt feel like it after a long weekend of hanging out with Johnny and working at the bar. I slept at home after working friday night, and again after saturday night, so I guess that counts?
Sauna Sessions at Urge went *off*. Starting at midnight Seymour played a stellar set, all the way from sleazy trance through to fun pop remixes, dragging the crowd all over the dance floor until they were sweaty and exhausted and very, very happy. I was backdoor boy for half the night, transferring to the front at around 1am. I tried to use the toilet sometime around 2.30 only to find the bathroom filled with a bear katamari. "Join us!" said Johnny. "Not right now," I said, " I have to pee". "I'M RIGHT HERE!!" came an enthusiastic cry from somewhere near the centre of the pile. *sigh*. I'm so easily led astray... Paul and I swept our last customer out the door at 4.30, and somehow managed to sit around with Seymour for another hour or so, chatting and laughing and listening to some of the scarey shit I have on my MP3 player. The perfect wind-down to a very perfect night.
And of course Sunday: where would we be without a traditional Sunday afternoon and evening? Ten of us descended on Dida's, rearranged the furniture and drank them out of Pinot Gris, terrifying the other customers with increasingly bawdy discussions of the previous night's adventures. Sunday night was one when I didnt make it home, crashing instead on Paul and Alan's spare bed, snuggling happily with Seymour all night long. Yay for sweet aussies who like to snuggle! :-)
Note: I'm using 'Seymour' instead of 'Johnny' to reduce confusion, since there were a couple of Johnnys causing mayhem this weekend.
My phone doesnt take the best pictures in the world, but again the subjects more than make up for it...
Sauna Sessions at Urge went *off*. Starting at midnight Seymour played a stellar set, all the way from sleazy trance through to fun pop remixes, dragging the crowd all over the dance floor until they were sweaty and exhausted and very, very happy. I was backdoor boy for half the night, transferring to the front at around 1am. I tried to use the toilet sometime around 2.30 only to find the bathroom filled with a bear katamari. "Join us!" said Johnny. "Not right now," I said, " I have to pee". "I'M RIGHT HERE!!" came an enthusiastic cry from somewhere near the centre of the pile. *sigh*. I'm so easily led astray... Paul and I swept our last customer out the door at 4.30, and somehow managed to sit around with Seymour for another hour or so, chatting and laughing and listening to some of the scarey shit I have on my MP3 player. The perfect wind-down to a very perfect night.
And of course Sunday: where would we be without a traditional Sunday afternoon and evening? Ten of us descended on Dida's, rearranged the furniture and drank them out of Pinot Gris, terrifying the other customers with increasingly bawdy discussions of the previous night's adventures. Sunday night was one when I didnt make it home, crashing instead on Paul and Alan's spare bed, snuggling happily with Seymour all night long. Yay for sweet aussies who like to snuggle! :-)
Note: I'm using 'Seymour' instead of 'Johnny' to reduce confusion, since there were a couple of Johnnys causing mayhem this weekend.
My phone doesnt take the best pictures in the world, but again the subjects more than make up for it...
