CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
I'm actually probably not. Which is a shame. My full intention was to be blasted drunk and not even home tonight but waking up in someone else's bed wondering where the fuck I was.
If you've read any of my blogs you'd know that even with the best intentions and misplaced self confidence that this has happened, I want to say "never" in my life, but it would be more accurate to say "rarely ever". And yet, in the comparison of long term girlfriends vs. times that this has happened, the numbers aren't all too dissimilar.
A recap.
So I boasted in the form of Frenzal Rhomb lyrics that I was going out tonight. I did go out tonight. I left work early as I had finished everything I needed to finish for the week at about 11am on Thursday. I cam home and smashed a cider, some St Germaine on the rocks (have you ever had this? It's elderflower liqueur and it is goddamn amazing) and I really quickly put some Baileys and Kahlua in to the glass and smashed it down on the way out to catch the train. I felt like I looked nice, I was confident, I was happy.
I listened to like 7 Funeral for a Friend albums non-stop today; at work and all while getting ready, on the train, on the walk to my meeting place, and on the walk home tonight.
So my friend works for CoinJar. It is Australia's bitcoin exchange solution. I met him at the address he had specified, and being CBD office space, the building had other people and groups renting the place. I walked in to a secure building not realizing it was a building that required some kind of swipe card, but just so happened to be walking in while someone was walking out. I walked in to this cafe thinking that this was the place I was meant to be meeting my friend and kind of wandered to the other side of the room to where people where sitting and started to send a text message to my friend to ask him where he was. A handsome young man struck up conversation with me and offered me some flatbread and hummus, and a glass of water. He introduced himself and said that he and his friends were a group of young professionals all coming together to speak about our lord and savior Jesus Christ and that I was very welcome.
I called my friend and asked him where the fuck he was, and left, only to find out that it was the right building but that I was in the wrongest of wrong places.
He had this grand plan. By referring to "him" as "he" I don't mean Jesus. I mean my friend. Anyway. He had this grand plan of taking me to this place which would blow my mind and impress me and we would, both being young professionals for digital businesses, act fancy and posh in our dressed-up attire at a cool establishment. We arrived at the place to find that even though it usually opened at 6, tonight it wasn't opening until 9. The guy actually let us in, sold us drinks for only $5 each, and let us hang out in their booths while some awful synth band sound-checked. It was like a mix between MC Chris, Snoop Dogg and a really bad Euro-pop 80's band. Snoop might have only been there to check the mic's but it was bad. His plan revolved around the fact that you could sit in these curtained-off booths and smoke digital cigarettes and act like you lived in Mad Men. It didn't work out so well and I feel bad that his plans were quashed.
We met some other friends. Strangely, I hung out with about 10 people from my hometown tonight. On the way towards a bar we realized we hadn't eaten and battled over standing in line for a dumpling place with bad service, going to a bathroom somewhere, or going somewhere with potentially worse food but no line. We alternated between the three for a good while and ordered about 100 dumplings between us before going to The Workers Club in Fitzroy. Is it Fitzroy? Tell me the answer. I'm not from the north side. I don't go to the "cool" suburbs. I pretty much just hang out in my house in suburbia in the south-east, in a suburb where nothing happens, other than people existing.
The point was to see this band. One of my friends took work off tonight specifically to see this band. He was anxiously suggesting that we needed to move on all night because this band was about to start.
I don't remember their name. And yes, they were entertaining and fine at what they did, but they weren't for me. My music industry days came out in me, and I judged them as being a bunch of nerds with misplaced confidence paying tribute to the B-52's. I couldn't understand how the singer had one of those V's on his abdomen despite having a fat little belly. How does that happen?
Two boys and I caught a tram back to the city to catch our various modes of transport back home. These two have known each other longer than I have known either of the two, and apparently hold a great deal of animosity towards each other after drinking, even in spite of their obvious history and affection for each other. We literally walked around in circles for about 45 minutes looking for CoinJar HQ and finding a bar which one of the guys' friend's was at. Eventually I had had enough and went to a strip club on my own. Sad?
I'm now home. And I'm tired. I don't have any plans until the PM and therefore I can sleep as long as I want.
How was your Friday night?
