Well, it's been a full week since the NOFX concert, and I've nearly forgiven myself.
See, I messed up. The plan sounded good. Celeste and I would get drunk on absinthe at my house before heading down to the Palace. And we did, oh boy did we. We were having a great time and couldn't bring ourselves to leave in time to catch the train there, so we had to catch a cab. Before we left I put quite a bit of absinthe in the engraved flask my sister gave me for my 18th birthday.
When we got there our IDs were checked but not our tickets! Sweet! One of the last things I remember after that point is tapping everyone on the shoulder and saying "Steve! How're you going!"
This particularly confused the girls. We made a few friends, though.
I told Blair that I had a free ticket for him I managed to get him in. We went back to the bar where Celeste was talking with all her new friends named Steve.
Eventually NOFX started and I pushed my way through into the pit. BIG MISTAKE. That was the most brutal mosh pit I've ever been in. I spent almost the entire time on the ground getting trampled.
I remember lying under peoples feet and screaming in pain.
I don't remember ever managing to catch a glimpse of the band.
I remember struggling to keep my pants up while struggling to stay standing.
I don't remember how I lost my belt. How do you lose a belt in a mosh pit!? I remember Tom later raising the possibility that someone had walked past me at some point saying "man, I really need a belt" and I said "here, have mine". That sounds like something I might do while that drunk.
I don't remember how I got rescued from the pit.
I remember hearing The Decline (my favorite song, an 18-minute punk master piece) as my rescuer continued rescuing me right out the front door.
It's at this point that I went throught the following stages:
Denial: I attempted to walk back in, totally oblivious to the fact that I'd been kicked out.
Anger: "Let the the fuck back in! I'm missing them! I payed for this ticket"
Bargaining: "Look, I've got a legitimate ticket here, totally unused." Followed by "I'll give you $40 if you let me in."
Depression: I cried like a little bitch. I swear, like an little emo pussy.
I'm yet to fully embrace the acceptance stage.
At some point I realised I'd lost my phone, my belt and my flask full of absinthe. Thank god I didn't lose my wallet. I went wandering, and when I returned the gig was over. Apparently when I was found I was lurching over a totally sober girl who was there to pick up her friends. I was talking to her when my pants fell down around my ankles.
I don't know when I noticed the massive gash down my right forearm, but I assume that's where all the blood on my shorts came from. I didn't notice how swollen my ankle was and how much I'd messed up my knees till the next day.
On the way home I got blood and tears all over my friend's mum's car.
"I can't believe they played the *sob* de*sob*cline. *sob sniff* and I *sob* MISSED IIIIIT! WAAAAHH!"
This was only the second time in my life I've had memory blackouts from over-consumption of (exclusively) alcohol. Tom said he's never seen anyone so drunk in his life. I didn't vomit, though, and I was barely hung over
What a fucking disaster. What a fucking idiot.
Don't get me wrong, though. I still love absinthe.
See, I messed up. The plan sounded good. Celeste and I would get drunk on absinthe at my house before heading down to the Palace. And we did, oh boy did we. We were having a great time and couldn't bring ourselves to leave in time to catch the train there, so we had to catch a cab. Before we left I put quite a bit of absinthe in the engraved flask my sister gave me for my 18th birthday.
When we got there our IDs were checked but not our tickets! Sweet! One of the last things I remember after that point is tapping everyone on the shoulder and saying "Steve! How're you going!"
This particularly confused the girls. We made a few friends, though.
I told Blair that I had a free ticket for him I managed to get him in. We went back to the bar where Celeste was talking with all her new friends named Steve.
Eventually NOFX started and I pushed my way through into the pit. BIG MISTAKE. That was the most brutal mosh pit I've ever been in. I spent almost the entire time on the ground getting trampled.
I remember lying under peoples feet and screaming in pain.
I don't remember ever managing to catch a glimpse of the band.
I remember struggling to keep my pants up while struggling to stay standing.
I don't remember how I lost my belt. How do you lose a belt in a mosh pit!? I remember Tom later raising the possibility that someone had walked past me at some point saying "man, I really need a belt" and I said "here, have mine". That sounds like something I might do while that drunk.
I don't remember how I got rescued from the pit.
I remember hearing The Decline (my favorite song, an 18-minute punk master piece) as my rescuer continued rescuing me right out the front door.
It's at this point that I went throught the following stages:
Denial: I attempted to walk back in, totally oblivious to the fact that I'd been kicked out.
Anger: "Let the the fuck back in! I'm missing them! I payed for this ticket"
Bargaining: "Look, I've got a legitimate ticket here, totally unused." Followed by "I'll give you $40 if you let me in."
Depression: I cried like a little bitch. I swear, like an little emo pussy.
I'm yet to fully embrace the acceptance stage.
At some point I realised I'd lost my phone, my belt and my flask full of absinthe. Thank god I didn't lose my wallet. I went wandering, and when I returned the gig was over. Apparently when I was found I was lurching over a totally sober girl who was there to pick up her friends. I was talking to her when my pants fell down around my ankles.
I don't know when I noticed the massive gash down my right forearm, but I assume that's where all the blood on my shorts came from. I didn't notice how swollen my ankle was and how much I'd messed up my knees till the next day.
On the way home I got blood and tears all over my friend's mum's car.
"I can't believe they played the *sob* de*sob*cline. *sob sniff* and I *sob* MISSED IIIIIT! WAAAAHH!"
This was only the second time in my life I've had memory blackouts from over-consumption of (exclusively) alcohol. Tom said he's never seen anyone so drunk in his life. I didn't vomit, though, and I was barely hung over
What a fucking disaster. What a fucking idiot.
Don't get me wrong, though. I still love absinthe.
I'm back together with my ex now. She scratched the shit out of my car last night.
I'm going to see Tool tonight, and I've got a mushie cap to augment the experience
Work sucks.
I'm going to see Tool tonight, and I've got a mushie cap to augment the experience
Work sucks.
I've moved back to Mt Waverly, to the share house I was living in before I pissed off to Europe. I've been at home since I got back, which has been boring, but at least it has internets. That's right, I now only have internet access at work. Which is a shame, cos it drastically lowers my potential for participation in the SG community.
Another thing worth noting about my new (old) home is that my ex still lives there, just as she did before I left, while we were going out. That could only go perfectly, right? Right!
I get to go to Sexpo this afternoon, to set up for our company's stall there (selling mobile phone porn). I hope it's sexy.
Another thing worth noting about my new (old) home is that my ex still lives there, just as she did before I left, while we were going out. That could only go perfectly, right? Right!
I get to go to Sexpo this afternoon, to set up for our company's stall there (selling mobile phone porn). I hope it's sexy.
So I've been thinking of joining an "absinthe club".
The Exclusive membership costs US$99, and gets you a 12% discount in the first year and a 20% discount in the second.
So, to save enough to make the initial investment worth it, I'd have to spend US$825 on delicious glorious absinthe (that's 20.625 500mL bottles) in the first year.
That converts to AU$130 for the membership and about AU$1080 worth of absinthe. That's quite a lot of money... $90 a month. And that's me hoping that shipping is paid for when you have a membership.
Is it worth it? Hell yes. Especially as my name "will be registered in a gold frame on the wall directly in the liquor production plant." And a free gift with each order. Woo! It just keeps getting better and better!
"Show me your working for the next year!" I hear you plead. "Tell me more numbers that are completely irrelevant to me!"
Sure, anything for my fans.
To save the cost of membership in the second year I'd only have to spend US$500 (AU$653.302). That's 12.5 bottles; one a month, but I'm sure I can drink a lot more than that with a little help from my friends. So after that it's all savings, free gifts and my name in a gold frame in some factory.
Yeah, this sounds great. I'll probably try some cannabis vodka, too. Plus, that $180 bottle of 100mg/kg thujon Absinthe sounds mighty tasty, and I didn't get myself a Christmas present last year.
The Exclusive membership costs US$99, and gets you a 12% discount in the first year and a 20% discount in the second.
So, to save enough to make the initial investment worth it, I'd have to spend US$825 on delicious glorious absinthe (that's 20.625 500mL bottles) in the first year.
That converts to AU$130 for the membership and about AU$1080 worth of absinthe. That's quite a lot of money... $90 a month. And that's me hoping that shipping is paid for when you have a membership.
Is it worth it? Hell yes. Especially as my name "will be registered in a gold frame on the wall directly in the liquor production plant." And a free gift with each order. Woo! It just keeps getting better and better!
"Show me your working for the next year!" I hear you plead. "Tell me more numbers that are completely irrelevant to me!"
Sure, anything for my fans.
To save the cost of membership in the second year I'd only have to spend US$500 (AU$653.302). That's 12.5 bottles; one a month, but I'm sure I can drink a lot more than that with a little help from my friends. So after that it's all savings, free gifts and my name in a gold frame in some factory.
Yeah, this sounds great. I'll probably try some cannabis vodka, too. Plus, that $180 bottle of 100mg/kg thujon Absinthe sounds mighty tasty, and I didn't get myself a Christmas present last year.
I saw this girl and she drove me wild
She looked at me and I looked and smiled
The cutest girl you could ever see
I never dreamed that she'd go out with me
I'm in love, I just can't wait
Tonight I have a date
I have a date with the cutest girl in town
I have a date, and I'm the happiest boy around
I'm in love, I just can't wait
'Cause tonight I have a date
She looked at me and I looked and smiled
The cutest girl you could ever see
I never dreamed that she'd go out with me
I'm in love, I just can't wait
Tonight I have a date
I have a date with the cutest girl in town
I have a date, and I'm the happiest boy around
I'm in love, I just can't wait
'Cause tonight I have a date
My ex and my sister are at the Spring Racing Carnival together. I think it's really cool that they've been so close lately, cos my sis needs more close friends here (as opposed to from her now dispersed boarding school class), and it can only increase my ex's loyalty to me (which is good, cos she did some really bitchy things while I was overseas).
Anyway, it gave me the idea to write a song called "my girlfriend left me for my sister". Then I decided it should be a country song called "my girlfriend left me for my ex-girlfriend and sister", because making fun of incestuous hicks is almost as hip as making fun of emos.
But then I remembered that I don't want to write a country song, so I got stoned instead.
Anyway, it gave me the idea to write a song called "my girlfriend left me for my sister". Then I decided it should be a country song called "my girlfriend left me for my ex-girlfriend and sister", because making fun of incestuous hicks is almost as hip as making fun of emos.
But then I remembered that I don't want to write a country song, so I got stoned instead.
I was going to resist the tempation to reactivate my SG membership, but when Missy sent me an e-mail containing a very special offer, I caved.
So I'm back, and I feel great about it.
Feel alright about being back in the country, too, I guess. I just took a three month trip around Europe, and had an incredible time. So much so that I want to move there. So I'm gonna learn German and head to Berlin in a couple of years. It was that or Amsterdam. I fucking love Dutch, too (I saw someone wearing a "Roken is dodelijk" t-shirt at a gig last week... I want it!), but German would be a much more useful language to learn.
Besides, it's even easier to get away just speaking English in Amsterdam than in Berlin.
Anyone who wants to know what I did can read all about it at my travel blog.
So I'm back, and I feel great about it.
Feel alright about being back in the country, too, I guess. I just took a three month trip around Europe, and had an incredible time. So much so that I want to move there. So I'm gonna learn German and head to Berlin in a couple of years. It was that or Amsterdam. I fucking love Dutch, too (I saw someone wearing a "Roken is dodelijk" t-shirt at a gig last week... I want it!), but German would be a much more useful language to learn.
Besides, it's even easier to get away just speaking English in Amsterdam than in Berlin.
Anyone who wants to know what I did can read all about it at my travel blog.
