And the thunder rolls

The weekend was surprisingly busy. Especially given that I was the one living the weekend, and my idea of a busy weekend is one in which I edit my site. I actually went out and lived a little.

First call, going out with my best bud and her dude. Which was cool partly because they was playing 'Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon' and partly because I got to dance. i like dancing. Nothing else exists when you dance- It's just you and the beat. It's the same when you sing, but then the words are more important then the beat. Singing makes me happy. I sing whenever I can. I remember being told that you can't let anyone tell you you can't sing, because you can. It was neglected to mention that some people's vocal instruments were better in tune then others, but what's that got to do with a kettle of fish? In any case, a storm came in that night, displaying that mighty impressive lightning that you tend to get in spring storms. Which may well have been the highlight of the night, n my opinion. Later that morning I got to go to Macka's for a pancake (hotcake?) breakfast, which hust made everything that much better. And later that evening I departed once again, but this time the destination was the Starplex at Gawler for a country music caberett and, of course, my grandparents 50th anniversery. Imagine being married for 50 years. And she doesn't have a grey hair on my head, my nanna doesn't. Should the occasion ever arrise where I'm willing to put some poor man through the pain of being maried to me, I'd like to pretend it could last that long. I think the chances of me even getting hitched are slight, let alone staying married. Statistically speaking, of nothing else. In any case, the night was rather enjoyable, and I ended up far more drunk by the end of it then I did when I went to the club the night before. And no, the reason was not that country music sounds better when you're drunk. The reason was that there was a limited supply of softdrinks and a seemly limitless supply of bourborn and cola's. That and there was port and sherry (Blech) on the tables, which me and my cousin drank almost singlehandedly. The odds were against me.
In any case, I have to remember one day to find a karaoke bar to frequent. That's the sort of place I'd hang out, most definitely. Because I like to sing, see? Yeah...

Then came the comic and CD fair. Which, being the person I am, I HAD to go to. I like the word Surreal. I also like reading comics, and shame on anyoone who thinks they're just for kids. I say to you, 'Orpheus'. And Nyah!

In either case, that's my excuse. Enjoy.

"I'm starting to wonder if anything makes sense."
~Noukoni
- posted by Washi @ 6:54 pm