The weekend was one big part brilliance to every other part shit. The shit was driving lesson with dad, Boyfriend sleeping most of Saturday, and spending Sunday sleeping and working.
The brill was drinks with three very cool people at Bar Nancy on Saturday night, which involved much dancing, laughing, drinking and a shared knowledge of obscure and / or forgettable 80s music.
Then Boyfriend came from the Australian Film Industry awards and we had to go, because the bar was closing and his brother was waiting in the car. Adam came with us to this party in Thornbury, which was good value, especially when farce-magnet Adam encountered some teenagers that were so Emo you could die. The alpha one had the gauged ears, tight black jeans, AFI* hoodie, smoodgy eyeliner and of course the Hair. I won’t go into it; since I’m sure Adam 1.0’ll do it more justice. But the two highlights:
- ‘I’m not emo. I don’t need this shit. My best friend killed herself and my girlfriend is dying of cancer’ (direct quote)
- the three of them being honestly too stupid to see we were clearly taking the piss:
Emo two: ‘yeah, I got kicked out of home’ me: ‘dude, that’s killer weak’.
Emo one: ‘I have this friend, and his dad, like, raped him’ me: ‘man, that’s so real and so dark.’
Me: ‘Hey guys, how cool is cutting yourself? And spitting. Spitting’s awesome. It’s killer’
And Adam made me grope the female one’s arse. (Well, in all fairness, I lost at paper-rock-scissors).
So on Saturday I started this detox thingy. Should be good. We’ll see.
Tomorrow! Freakline, and then some top fives on Wednesday
* PS – ‘AFI’ stands for ‘A Fire Inside’. Bahahahahahahahahahahahahah
UPDATE! Go read Adam's recap of the teens. Gold.
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