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Lathrodarknes
Jul. 12th, 2009
03:17 pm
Woke up absolutely ravenous, so I made myself the mother of all breakfasts, only to get halfway through it and feel like I'm about to rupture something.
You win this time breakfast....
07:38 am
You've missed me, you know you have. Mainly 'cause your aim is shit and you couldn't hit the barn side of a broad. It's ok, I still love you.
( Wedensday. Jesus, has it really been that long? )
( Thursday lack-of-comedy and dubstep. I like more step in my dub, thanks )
( Friday's child will smile winningly at you and try and get you to either tip her or buy her a shot, and Saturday's child killed a man in Reno once, just because he asked her what RTDs she had. )
Sunday's child has yet to take Saturday's Child's boots off. Oy to the motherfucking veh. Sunday's child is also rather excited about the Bastille day Masquerade party that work is hosting, and can't decide which corset to wear. I'm leaning towards the blue silk one, only I have to be careful because a) bar filth and silk means NO, and b) If I reach up high enough* the world gets to see my nipples, and that's not for work. However, corsets at work and I'll be able to talk at people in French for the night, which will be DAMN COOL. I anticipate many pretty people dressed up all nice and shiny and stuff. Do want.
Now, Sunday's child is hauling her sorry ass to bed before she gets properly belligerent.
*Like, to the top shelf for all of the nice booze what I like to have shots of.
Jul. 8th, 2009
05:55 pm
http://community.livejournal.com/metaqu
If it wasn't for people like me, y'all would've been eaten by hyenas by now. Or something.
Jul. 7th, 2009
06:44 pm
http://www.galesburg.co.nz/
These are the people that brought you such gigs as Victoria Williams and Vic Chestnutt, Deerhunter, and other gigs that have made my toes curl with delight.
Subscribe to the page, and get up-to-date info on gigs that are coming* so that way I don't have to berate you for not coming to them and missing out like I did with Vic Chestnutt and Victoria Williams. DOOO EEEEET.
*Handsome Furs in August OMFG.
04:56 pm
Watched Across the Universe again last night. Yep, I'm officially a sap. However my back was sore as hell, to the point of me taking twice the normal amount of codein and still hurting. but it was still a thoroughly pleasant experience, even if it did lead to dreams about howling at the moon with the neighbourhood dogs. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Natural sleep has weird-ass dreams, yo.
Typing at the moment is difficult because I have Lord Fuzzbutt on my knee and he's convinced that my forearm is the perfect place to put his head. It's almost as awkward as a few minutes ago when he decided that up my nose was the perfect place to put his head. It's nice to be loved, even if it is by an absolute slapper.
01:52 am
After staying awake until 0730 because I was frightened that I'd have dreams about my teeth being wrenched out again, I set my alarm for 1500, then managed to hit Off instead of Snooze, and woke up at 1645. One of us might be mildly retarded, but I think I might have needed it.
However, hooping with Jodi was brilliant and got my head out of my ass a little, and watching more of Twin Peaks* and then Mystery Science Theatre 3000's version of Pumaman** with Rachel was lovely. There was also more duck for dinner because a) cheap, and b) delicious. I think it's going to be the Monday thing where me and Rachel go and eat our way through the menu at Rams before settling in for post-gorging torpor and 80s David Lynch being weird. Sounds like a plan.
Also, will anyone be wanting a flatmate at the end of the year? Sophia's all with the knocked up and wanting a place where I won't eat her offspring, and Sacha's moving back to the Bay, and everything in my house reminds me of Greven, so although I love my house, it makes me sad to be here. So I think it's time to go, but the lease isn't up til February, so I'm going to have to do some wheedling to get out of it, I think. Luckily, I can wheedle with the best of them.
*I haven't seen it yet, so no telling me anything about it at all.
**Oh dear God, that was a shitty film. I've seen shitty films, but I think that one was the worst I've seen ever. It's up there with Highlander II in shittiness.
Jul. 6th, 2009
05:59 am
Saturday night was ok. The music was varying between average and quite amazing - The Family Cactus was ace, and the DHDFDs were a lot cooler than I was expecting, with screamo rawk having ska slap-bass being played through it. Unexpectedly pleasant, I believe, is the term I will use. DJ Lotion made me happy with delicious electro, and we had our usual shot of tequila when he played All My People. Tradition must be upheld, after all. There wasn't an awful lot of cohesion between the bands and DJs though, with each band being of a completely different genre, so I think we lost rather a lot of revenue from people thinking "Yes, I want to see X, but I don't want to see Y and Z, and I'm not paying $N for one band.", so that was a bit of a let-down.
Something that wasn't a let-down though, was the $9.50 duck from Ram's takeaways downstairs from work. DAMN, is all I have to say. 1/4 duck, rice, bok choy, peanuts and other bits and pieces, enough to feed you for a couple of days, all for $9.50. I think next on the agenda is to try the barbecue pork dish that Ziggy's been raving about. Tonight's dinner was left-over rice that had been soaked in duck fat and delicious. Sweet Jesus.
I managed to get out of work at 0900, and I think by that time, I was getting a little frayed - it was a long night that dragged its ass, so I was quite frustrated and got snippy with Shaun, was also a little frayed; and it didn't make for a good experience, and ended in my palm-licking* him in the face because he said something thoroughly bitchy The bad thing is that it's managed to stay with me all day today, and has taken a lot of concentration for me to get around and accept it as Shaun's drunk blether and not something that he actually means.**
I got a phonecall from Tyler at 1100 inviting me to coffee, which would have pissed me off ordinarily because sleep is the name for God on the lips and hearts of people everywhere, but he managed to call in the middle of a dream where I was having to avoid a spectacularly lecherous Jamie who was following me down a dark alleyway that was all neon and rain, and I got away from him by walking into an ambulance dockway where Shaun was doing something with a stretcher, I have no idea what, and I had a mouthful of chewing gum that wrenched all of the teeth on the top left side of my head out and there were great gouts of blood everywhere and it was horrible. I tried to go back to sleep after Ty had hung up, but failed utterly because my brain just wouldn't shut the fuck up, and because I was tired, things seemed a lot worse than they probably are, but the result was a snarly, paranoid Rhiannon, to the point where I missed my Pain and Torture session with James because I didn't want to be touched, and it was all a bit shit.
But I did get to go to Penny's house and have delicious dinner with her, Nick, Sheryn, Rachel and Jay, which was brilliant. Good food, thoroughly inappropriate humour at the table, lots of wine, and it ended up with us girls curled up on one couch in a pile, and Nick and Jay on the other couch watching Across the Universe, which, I might add, is awesome musical fluff. I've had people recommend it to me before, but never actually got around to watching it 'til now. If you like The Beatles, and want something nice and unchallenging to watch, it's perfect. Bono as the Acid Guru I think is my favourite bit, or at least the bit that makes me want to take acid an awful awful lot***. My other favourite bit is this bit here, which I'll share with you:
The scene where they're making the soldiers to She's So Heavy is awesome as well, as is the scene in the hospital with Salma Hayek being the hot nurse with the morphine needle set to Happiness is a Warm Gun. And then there's Eddie Izzard as Mister Kite, who is just awesome as it is.
I think it was pretty much what I needed. Like Davey said the other night, find what makes you comfy, and do it. Having cuddles and watching daft things with the girls certainly made me feel a lot better, and miss Amy-from-work slightly, because she'd play She's So Heavy during cleanup, and has promised to crawl across the floor in her underwear to it for me.
And the weather's finally been decent enough to allow for a constitutional, so I went for a Pendulum-themed prowl up the Terrace and around Parliament grounds and along the waterfront. I came in after losing the feeling in my face to the South Easterly. I think I can safely say that I'm looking forward to the summer nights, and being generally warm.
I should sleep. I kinda don't want to though, in case I lose more teeth. Rawr.
*In order to win an argument, common practise is to lick someone's face. If you hold them in disdain and don't want to lick them, you lick your palm and then place your hand on the forehead/cheek of your opponent. This says that not only do you win, but they don't warrant your tongue on their flesh.
**There are times when I hate my brain, and it hates me and tries to convince me that everyone else does too. These are also the days where it's lucky that there aren't any forks within grabbing distance. Today has been one of those days.
***Although, honestly, there's nothing at all about this movie that doesn't make me want to take an awful lot of acid. It's purty.
Jul. 4th, 2009
05:35 pm
Today is officially weird. Check the news:
http://www.stuff.co.nz/world/americas/2
Hookers, midgets, and booze, Oh My!
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/18/20090703/to
If you're going to do something, don't fuck around. Do it once, do it right, do it proper.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldne
Someone needs to educate the large and fuzzy about no-cat places, like benches.
Today it's been a year since I quit Tard Me for the land of the living. I know that CS would have been an excellent jump-off point for a career in...uh...something that would make me more money than bar tending, but after 11 months of depression and psychosis-inducing bullshit, taking the leap of faith into hospo was the best thing that I could have done in my life. Like I've said, I've always been a bit interesting in the head, but I've never needed anti-depressants until that place.
I love my bar, I love my co-workers, and I love what I do. Seriously, if I had the money, I'd buy my own place. I can't imagine doing anything else and being this happy. I have no idea why Chris chose me to come and work at the Bath House, but I am SO glad that he did. I've met so many brilliant people, and had so many different positive experiences. It's confusing as to why I didn't do it sooner, actually.
So tonight, raise a glass and toast to my choice and my happiness. Hooray!
06:12 am
So Thursday night I asked Davey what I should do to get over my blahs, because it's been far too long that I've been feeling grey and mopey. He suggested I find that which makes me comfy, and swim in it for a bit, because the familiar-comfy feeling will be amplified and make me feel better. So today I paid the flat bills and the tax bill, then went to Fidel's for some time with the Incredible Edible Jezebel, Sophie O'Doom, Jodi, and my wife. I now feel a lot more like my old self, possibly more like my old self since Greven died, but I think last nights ranting might have had a bit to do with that as well. I also scored a nice collection of the Bronte sisters' top four novels for $3. Boo ya, literary bitches.
Tonight's music was gorgeous, and most of y'all missed it. Why? I dunno. There's no reason to miss these guys. Victoria Williams reminds me a lot of Helicopter Girl, only with a shittone of valium, and perhaps gin and a warm bath. Vic Chestnutt was awesome. For reals. A dude in a wheelchair with a broken spine and no functioning legs had more stage presence than most of the live acts I've seen at my bar EVER. Seriously. Beautiful voice, charming lyrics, and then him and Victoria made up a song on the spot about New Zealand and how we have a giant squid. Sadly, we had about 100 people in the entire night, which was nowhere near the crowd that they deserved. Vic sang a song about being frightened of lighthouses; after which I admitted to killing a lighthouse in Reno once, just to watch it die. Fucking lighthouses. Vic also spent about an hour taking requests. REQUESTS, GUYS. How many other people that have been performing for as long as he has can say that? His crowd-interaction was beyond compare, andI have NO idea why the gig sold so badly. Jim whored it wonderfully on the radio and with posters, and they were even on Nightline* We were closed up by 0100, which I think is a record low for a Friday. Also, if you're local to Wellington, go and see Blackwater - they opened for Victoria Williams, and were pretty good. I like that they had two chick main vocalists.
Tonight was made out of Southern-Belle-style talent, and y'all missed out. If you're reading this and get the chance to go and see them perform, go!! I urge you! NOW! Go and buy tickets! Drop whatever you're doing, and go!
Speaking of work things, Shaun and I think the same. We jinxed eachother tonight while I was washing out the cinnamon quill container. I gave him the lid to sniff**, and he said "Oh, cinnamon" and then we both said "Where you gonna run to?". This wouldn't be so bad, it's just that this is the third jinx we've had this week, and they haven't all been puns either. I'm starting to wonder if there's a neon thing on my forehead that is giving away my thoughts. I may invest in a hat. Possibly a big feathery one.
Also, I have the wanderlust back. I want to go to London and see if I can break it. I think it'd break me before I got the chance to even make a dent, but it'd be entertaining to try, just for a weekend.
*NZ late night current events show.
**Cinnamon smells like delicious, and sharing is caring. Its almost as good as sniffing the jug after Davey's made spice syrup, which is sugar, cloves and cinnamon and delicious, and more socially acceptable than sniffing underwear[1].
[1]I know you were thinking it, I just said it for you. And it's nowhere near as bad as the "morning after coathanger" that somebody that wasn't me came up with tonight, so don't give me that look.
Jul. 3rd, 2009
04:26 am
I like this song:
To the point where I'm thinking of theifing it off the internet and putting it on the work computer. Possibly to strip to after hours, depending on how drunk I am*. I also want this t-shirt rather a lot:
http://store.hbo.com/detail.php?p=9
However with the exchange rate doing its thing, and the fact that I'm a bartender and barely make enough to live comfortably, I think it's going to have to go onto my List Of Things To Bat My Eyelashes For For My Birthday/Christmas.
If I hear Nathan Winter's head joke one more time I'm going to flay him alive and feed what's left of him to the homeless. No, really. It's terrible, because I know that deep down inside he is a genuinely funny person that has a clue about timing and humour and crowd-reading and all that shit, but he keeps going back to the same material, and that material isn't the best. And it's a shame because he's a lovely guy as well.
Most of my night was spent napalming the kitchen. Seriously, the floor in there was horrible, and it took almost all of James Nokise's set to get even vaguely clean, which is a shame, because I actually enjoy his comedy. However, the OCD beast is mostly appeased, and the kitchen at work looks hygienic again, so that's all good. It was kinda arse because we had about 25 people in all night, and they weren't big spenders either; but apparently it was shit all over town so I'm not going to take it personally.
It was quite funny, one of the useless volunteers from the SPCA came in and was on the piss, and I was having a snarl about her with Shaun and James, and both of them were surprised that I worked at the SPCA**. I pulled the hurt-dignity card and told them that I had compassion, and Shaun basically nailed it with the comment "Yes, you can be compassionate, just not with humans", and those that know me know that it's a half-truth; because I can be incredibly compassionate with humans, they just have to show me that they deserve it first.
However this had made me think a little. This week's lack of serotonin*** has made me small and moop-ish, and I've missed Greven so much it's retarded. I was actually crying on the way to work tonight and last night because I miss him so much. Whether or not that's real grieving that is being allowed through because I don't have the self-control walls up at the moment, or serotonin-drought-induced sadness based on a sad thing that has happened recently, I don't know; but all I know is that I miss him like drowning people miss breathing. Things that have run through my head are the fact that he was the one that reminded me to walk gently through the world because there are small and delicate and loving things that can be crushed if you're not careful. Another thing is that I no longer have the Fount of Eternal and Unconditional and Undemanding Love to remind me that gentleness can be not only appreciated, but returned in spades, so being gentle is a favourable thing. Yes, you can get that from people, but people are inconstant and prone to leaving/dropping out of contact, so it's not the same****. I miss the way he'd come belting out of wherever he was when I got home from work to say Hello, and I miss the way he'd put his head inbetween me and my book when I was reading before sleep so I'd stroke his ears and tell him that he was a better door than a window. I miss falling asleep to his purring and I miss him lying on my phone so I couldn't hear the alarm and he'd get more cuddles in the morning. I miss the fact that he'd run into the kitchen to see what I was doing, say hi, then go back to sleeping on the couch, and him falling asleep in the crook of my right shoulder and my arm around him, and never the left shoulder. I know I've been thoroughly spoiled to have such a love as his, because really, having that kind of bond with anyone is a blessing, so I should just be thankful that it happened and STFU, but I'm not going to. I miss my friend, and it hurts that he isn't here any more, so there it is.
*Don't give me that look, you'd totally do it too. I know you would.
**I blame Greven for that. He got an abscess a couple of years ago, which I drained, then took him to the vet for antibiotics the following morning, which happened to be the vet's at the SPCA. Awilda treated him, I started as a volunteer taking care of the cat run, then Shanna poached me for the surgery. it was an incredibly rewarding experience, however the SPCA was so poorly run and the head surgeon was such a...Christ, I don't even have words for the kind of inhuman, lazy, dispassionate, selfish, stupid, cruel man that he was; not to mention the fact that working with animals exposes you to the brutality, thoughtlessness and selfishness in mankind towards those that they feel are weaker than themselves. Anyway, there were bad things and I couldn't disassociate from, so I left before I killed someone. But yes. Rhiannon Davies, former veterinary nurse, at your service.
***And you're not the only ones getting fed up with it, believe me. I should have levelled out by now, and it's pissing me off that I haven't.
****Besides, they're not furry and they don't purr. And if they DO, they're not really the kind of people that I want touching me in any kind of intimate fashion, 'cause that's just not my thing.
Jul. 1st, 2009
02:50 pm
Got woken up by a phonecall from Clinton telling me he had a cash cheque for me for the two days' pay that I missed out on. Then I got a text from Shaun telling me that there was a wine tasting with delicious* things being held for us this afternoon. AND THIS IS BEFORE I GOT OUT OF BED.
So far, today is my favourite day of the week, even if Lord Bastardface decided that I wasn't paying enough attention to him while I was on the phone with Work and Income and decided to claw me in the ass, making me yelp and say very bad things down the phone, much to the phonejockey's amusement. Damn Bastardface cat...
*Well, oysters and goat's cheese. I like cheese, but oysters are gross. If I wanted to swallow something with the taste and texture of mucus, I'd be on my knees.
Jun. 30th, 2009
07:16 pm
Chris didn't tell Clinton that I was collecting holiday pay for Friday and Saturday before he left, so Clinton didn't tell the accountant, and I've been dicked out of 2 day's pay. Wow, today is so choice. SO in order to NOT have this happen again EVER I've drafted up a leave form and have passed it on to the Holy Trinity* for approval.
You ever get the feeling you just shouldn't've chewed through the restraints?
In other news, I've been taught how to do the invoicing on the computer, so my office-bitch powers are growing. Soon I'll be able to wear my underwear outside of my pants for a legitimate reason, which will please me, and the surrounding population. They'll love it. You can tell by the way that they're slowly backing away and not making eye contact, and the smaller ones are crying.
So now, in order to save the world from my almighty wrath, I demand macros. NAO!
*Clinton, Tim, and Shaun
02:57 pm
-Got woken up by tree doctors with chainsaws outside my bedroom window.
-Had to explain to the nice gardener man that he is NOT to touch Greven's grave under any circumstances, overgrown and weedy or not.I did it nicely, but still. Grrr.
-Tried to call the IRD for the forms that they were meant to have sent me a couple of weeks ago, but they were overloaded, so I have to call them later.
-No email back from my boss about the pay fuckup, so I'll go and Have Words with him today. If nothing comes of that, I know I'm not the only one that will be pleased to see the scalp of the new accountant hanging from a nail on the wall of the office.
All this and I don't even have pants on yet.
Also, I really really REALLY miss Greven. Like you wouldn't believe. I know this is probably a hangover from Friday, and it'll sort itself out, but there are times when I'd give my soul to have him back, and this is one of them.
Jun. 29th, 2009
06:57 pm
My alarm clock failed so I missed hooping. I got an email from my boss saying that I don't have any more days in lieu, which has led to confusion because I asked for holiday pay to cover my Friday and Saturday off, not days in lieu because I didn't have any. Hopefully this will be fixed by tomorrow so I can get paid properly, because the rent goes out this week, along with the phone and power bills, and if it doesn't, I'm kinda fucked.
So fuck you, Monday. In the ear. And no KY. With the biggest, blackest strap-on the internet has to offer.
Jun. 28th, 2009
10:17 pm
Thursday: Hikoikoi. Lame. I'm not much into reggae/dub, mainly because I'm not a stoner, and the crowd weren't terribly notable, apart from Emma, who came in for birthday drinks, of which I made her some. There's further mutterings of selling beer/splits out of the coatcheck cupboard, which will be a difficult thing, because a) there's fuck all room in there anyway with the cleaner's crap all in there as it is, and b) storing bottled beer in a place with cleaner's crap and leftover clothes and stuff raises the question of hygienic storage conditions; so although it might make us a little more money, but it won't be much, and there are too many flaws in the idea for it to fly properly.
( Friday )
( Saturday )
I got a slight wander in today, but not much of one because the weather is shite. Had dinner with Vanessa, Tamsyn and Hamish, and they showed me the best thing on youtube at the moment.
It's made of win.
I'm feeling restless and wildly cynical at the moment, but I'm fairly sure that it's a by-product of Friday's mischief. It was good to have a weekend away from the bar to remind myself why I work where I do, and why my workmates kick ass. Denny and Claire are getting married, which came as a massive shock to most of us, mainly because none of us had any idea that they knew each other in Melbourne, and just quietly, I still suspect the whole thing's a leg-pull, but hooray for them if it isn't. Claire's running away back to Melbourne too, which makes me sad - she's awesome fun to work with and is a genuinely lovely person so I'll miss her quite badly. Rennie's also running away to Melbourne, so it's going to be interesting to see who gets put in charge down at Good Luck. I hope it's someone fun, because I quite like Rennie, and Good Luck deserves fun people. Speaking of Good Luck, go and check out the outdoor area that they've built with the umbrellas and stuff - it's shiny and will successfully steal people away from the Bristol. Muahahahahaa.
So what did you do with your weekend, folks? Anything fun?
Jun. 25th, 2009
04:50 am
Tonight I made Sophie sazuracks, which pleased her, which in turn pleased me. Cadbury's gave us a whole bunch of chocolate for hosting the comedyfest, which is going a long way to appeasing the snarling PMS beast that sits between my hips right now.
Work wants to do a monthly drum and bass night on Thursdays after comedy. I'm not sure how I feel about that, mainly because it doesn't fit the Bath House image of live indie/rock, but also because it's not really weighing up in the cost vs. profit equation, given that the DnB crowd need more security than a normal crowd*, and the money we make over the bar isn't going to really be enough to cover the high staff percentage because they'll have one CC&dry, and then they'll be drinking water, and unless we do the sell-bottled-water-only thing, we're going to make fuck all out of a heinously long night, and if we do do the bottled-water-only thing, we're going to get a bad name for ourselves and it'll only last one, maybe two gigs. Also, it's on a Thursday, and the suits with the money aren't going to be out partying to the break-a-break-a-dawn on a school night. Those are my concerns, anyway.
I hate that something so trite as 00's gothpop can nail an emotional situation that I'm going through on the head. But it's just another day, the shame is gone, and it's hard to believe I've let it go...
Neither of my flatmates are home, so I have the house to myself. If it was warmer, I'd indulge in spontaneous naked internetting, but as it stands, it's too damn cold, so no naked internets for me. There will, however, be dinner and BritTV. Also, Rachel, I've wiped Sex and the City from the HD in case it got herpes. And very fucking funny <3
*Yeah they do, and you know they do. Don't give me that look.
Jun. 23rd, 2009
Jun. 20th, 2009
04:48 am
The news: Belgian chav gets face tattooed, "while sleeping". The rest of the world finds this hilarious.
http://whybenormal.today.com/2009/0
How the fuck do you fall asleep while getting part of your body cut on? I mean, really?
I quite like this response:
http://www.beercanhill.com/?p=2405#resp
Tattooing your pets for cosmetic purposes. Bring me my hammer:
http://balkanpix.com/?s=3&i=143
On closer look, there's no redness or bleeding under a "fresh" tattoo, so I'm guessing it's a fake, but still, I'm shuddering at the idea that some retard is going to look at that, go "Hey, my cat would look totally badass with a nautical star", and get it done. If I'm going to prison, I want it to be for doing something awesome that would get me lots of cool and shiny toys, instead of beating the bejesus out of someone with their own stupid.
The weather: Well, it's raining in the North, and snowing in the South, so if you live in the middle, you might as well stay home, because it's no bloody good anywhere else.*
Local Sports: I kicked ass at bar tending. No, seriously. I sold $177.50 worth of tequila, sambucca and jagermeister shots in one round, not to mention the Abelour Abunadh I was selling hand over fist at $12 per double**, and the Patron XO that flowed like sticky, coffee flavoured water. I think my sales tonight were in the highest they've ever been, and that's saying something. Tonight was also rather long, and two of the drummers from the first band decided that they'd have an impromptu jam session in the middle of our early evening post-work trade, which is the time for Iron and Wine/Okkerville River/gentle soothing indie stuff, not rolling drums. Especially not over the top of said gentle indie stuff, you tards. I went Grrr and they stopped, but still, the rule of thumb goes that if there's people in the bar drinking, and there's music playing that you're not playing as part of your band, then you go and practise somewhere else. Upstairs for thinking, dowstairs for stinking, as my uncle used to say. Shaun took pity on me and signed me out at 0230, which was nice of him, although fair, considering as how I'd started at 1400 and was a little over it after 10.5 hours.
Gossip: Chris got his sleeve tattoo finished today and I have the Envy. Hospo aids is still doing its damnedest to lay me low. I had a day of brief respite yesterday because my hangover was jealous and wouldn't share my bloodstream with anything, but now my hangover has left me because I didn't pay it enough attention, and hospo aids has come a-courting. Hopefully hospo aids figures out that I'm a terribly selfish, unattentive host, and leaves for more receptive climes. Hell, I didn't even call it back after that first time. Anita brought her friends from work up to visit me, which was awesome, because I got to meet her work friends, and she got to meet my work friends. Kinda like a friend-off, if you will. Mine won because he was wearing a stripey tshirt and looked like a deck-hand from a pirate movie. YARR! Mine also won because we wound up drinking most of the wastage bottle of Wild American Honey and sliding gracefully into diabeetus because it's basically sugar and bourbon.
Your Stars:
Scorpio: Eat more candy, you're getting too thin.
Saggitarius: Yes, it really is your fault. Suck it up and get on with your life.
Capricorn: You were born in this month so people could save money on presents. It's not that we don't love you, it's just that we're cheap.
Aquarius: I see you, and God sees you too, you filthy harlot. So you might as well give us something to watch. Now dance!
Pisces: I wouldn't do that, if I were you.
Aries: I would do that if I were you. In fact, I'm doing it right now, and it's awesome.
Taurus: Don't be so bull-headed.
Gemini: Just flip a damn coin, will you?
Cancer: God hates on your constellation. Not only is it named after a tumor, but you're a giant crab. Sucks to be you.
Leo: Other people are allowed to be in charge. Yes, they are. No, I'm not pulling your leg.
Virgo: Put out, or get out. Damn virgins...
Libra: You just won at life. Go straight to go, collect one million dollars, a diamond-encrusted pony rocket, and a supermodel plaything. Yay you!
Crossword:
GRRRRRR!
Cryptic Crossword:
Begins Mutant Enemy's angry tirade
Editorial: Ok, I think my brain is officially broken, so I'm going to bed.
*Thank you Billy T James. [1]
**A standard pour in NZ is 30 ml, which is a "double", a single being 15 ml.
[1] For those of you on the other side of the world, Billy T James was one of the best NZ comedians. Wiki link here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_T_Ja
Jun. 19th, 2009
05:34 am
Winter is God's way of telling you to eat more mashed potatoes. And really, who am I to disobey the Almighty? It's ok, my dinner consists of more than mashed potatoes. Not much more, but there are other things on my plate too.
Flipper were painful. All of their music sounded the same, the set was sloppy, the "band banter" breaks were mainly the vocalist complaining to the point where Davey and I were making drama-queen faces at each other, and it's an hour of my life I'd like to have back in the form of cash, thank you very much. My heart bleeds for the people that actually paid to see them. Although they did redeem themselves a little bit by having two kids from the audience come up and sing Sex Bomb so that the vocalist could rest his voice, because he's apparently sick at the moment. Cry moar, emo punk. Mountain Eater, on the other hand, were totally badass, and I really enjoyed their set.They should play more.
There were frost on the cars on my street on the way home tonight. I was tempted to write things in it, but then I would be suffering with the icy cold finger of dooooom, which is only fun if you have other people to warm it up on.
I'm going to eat my food blanket, and then crawl into bed. I managed to make it by on an hour's sleep today, however I think if it happens again there will be blood.
Edit: I found this on the internets.
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And it made me think of tonight when Shaun and I were having races to the bottom of a bourbon and coke*, and he thought it'd be hilarious to blow bubbles, so I got a faceful of McKenna, which isn't a nice bourbon to get a faceful of. Bastard. Also, this is hilarious:
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And now I really am going to bed, because it's 2 degrees C and I can't feel my toes.
*Booze races: 2 straws, one glass. The winner is the one who finishes first. This is what happens when bartenders get bored and people fail to pay for their drinks.
Jun. 18th, 2009
07:43 pm
Last night was Chris's leaving dinner, so we went to Matterhorn and had delicious things. I had venison, and they were going to put broad beans with it, but the foot came down. I mean, really? Broad beans? Why would you do such a thing to a delicious meat? It makes no sense. There was also a lot of wine drunk. A LOT of wine. And then we went to Good Luck, and had some more wine there. Then me, Ziggy, Chris and Greg went down to Hummingbird and had some more wine. And then we went to Hope Bros. and caught up with Kate and Reina and had some more drinks. I also managed to cause a young lady quite a bit of consternation in the bathroom by being pierced. Apparently she's bi-curious and my dykiest-straight-girl-in-Wellington superpowers were working overtime. After that, Kate, Reina, and the rest of us broke into work* and got some more drunk and harrassed Shaun, who was trying to do the ordering. I think we got out of there at about 7ish, then me, Shaun and Chris went and had breakfast at Floriditas. Well, the boys ate, I looked at my toast and couldn't because I'd reached drunken critical mass. I ate half of it, and the sugar content in the jam was enough to keep me awake all day. I finally got to sleep at about 1500, only to wake up again at 1600 because my body decided to have its revenge and make me feel like death. I didn't really get a hangover per se, but I've spent today feeling shivery and I have a sore throat and I'm also feeling quite light-headed. This does not bode well. Hopefully it's just fatigue and hospo aids trying to knock me down, and nothing more dire.
And tonight there is Flipper, so there will be lots of punks and loud music and my bar will smell horrible. Oh joy. I think I also left my massive Doctor Who scarf at work because I can't find it. This displeases me, as it's a) warm, and b) e-fucking-normous; and it's cold outside. Seriously, it's about 7 feet worth of black wool scarf and delicious warm.
Saturday is Chris's last night at San Fran. This makes me sad. I mean, I'm happy that he's going to have adventures and a life outside of the bar and stuff, but I'm going to miss him terribly. I mean, who else am I going to get to do weird/gross/weird and gross things with**? There's always Davey, I guess, but it's not the same...
So yes, y'all got to come up and say goodbye to him, if you're in Wellington.
Damnit, I want my Doctor Who scarf. Rarrarrarrarrr.
*Well, not really. It doesn't count as B&E if the manager lets you in and gives you beer. Does it?
**Case in point, last night he was talking about not having a gag reflex, so to test this, I stuck my hand in his mouth to see how far down I could reach. I got my fingers right down his throat, too.[1] He could make a fortune as a sword-swallower or something equally carnie-ish.
[1]Boundaries? What boundaries?
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