New Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I'm a very happy boy.
Had a blast in Adelaide. It had everything that I need from Melbourne, but didn't make me feel small and like everyone is out to get me. Or now that I read that back - everyone is out to not get me. Not get me at all.
Got to hang with some good buds, have some beers, meet some girls, meet some boys, have some drugs, see some new places, see one of the most beautiful men I've ever known marry the woman he is so incredibly in love with, watch his family's overwhelming joy, spend time with a family that I had nearly forgotten were so important to me becoming who I am, say what is perhaps my last goodbye to a man who generously opened his home to so many boys who otherwise might have gone looking for trouble on so many hot days, and be my-noholdsbarrednobegyourpardons-self for a whole 4 days.
Now i'm back in Melbourne I'm all uptight again. Holiday mode disengaged. Oh well. And winter has fuckin hit. Perhaps my 30s will be known as the era during which I could afford to heat my house. It will be a teepee in the back woods surrounded by an abundance of ground wood, and I will be the warrior-healer of my clan - heed his wisdom, beware his wrath.
It would be nice to get laid one last time before going completely out of my mind. Remind me next time to tell you all about the burning bush, and the simple plan delivered unto me that will pad out my mortality. For now, I'm off to work.
Had a blast in Adelaide. It had everything that I need from Melbourne, but didn't make me feel small and like everyone is out to get me. Or now that I read that back - everyone is out to not get me. Not get me at all.
Got to hang with some good buds, have some beers, meet some girls, meet some boys, have some drugs, see some new places, see one of the most beautiful men I've ever known marry the woman he is so incredibly in love with, watch his family's overwhelming joy, spend time with a family that I had nearly forgotten were so important to me becoming who I am, say what is perhaps my last goodbye to a man who generously opened his home to so many boys who otherwise might have gone looking for trouble on so many hot days, and be my-noholdsbarrednobegyourpardons-self for a whole 4 days.
Now i'm back in Melbourne I'm all uptight again. Holiday mode disengaged. Oh well. And winter has fuckin hit. Perhaps my 30s will be known as the era during which I could afford to heat my house. It will be a teepee in the back woods surrounded by an abundance of ground wood, and I will be the warrior-healer of my clan - heed his wisdom, beware his wrath.
It would be nice to get laid one last time before going completely out of my mind. Remind me next time to tell you all about the burning bush, and the simple plan delivered unto me that will pad out my mortality. For now, I'm off to work.
It sounds like we both had nice weekend holidays!
In an odd segue it has occurred to me that getting laid in a teepee would be considered an extreme sport in a Melbourne winter...