I went to Cassette Night at Seizan Karaoke Bar - another of Perth’s retro electro nights that seem to be promoted solely by Myspace (fucking n00bs). But anyhow it was totally neato buddy. The theme was tropical and you were supposed to wear short shorts, and they had a ‘pants check’ at the door so you could arrive in pants and then take them off to enter the bar. Due to the fact that all my hot pants were in the wash I didn’t take part in the tropicalness, but I saw a load of people who did, including a guy with a fake moustache and ‘pool boy’ written on his singlet. Sweet. I think Cassette Night is on every week or so, so I might have to go there always.

Tonight I’m a-going to the Open Mouth poetry night at Velvet Lounge, which I hear is okayish. (Not that I have any poems to read. Someone write one for me?) I have been out pretty much every night since I got here, which means Perth is just rock city for me and I’m super glad about it. Sydney was about as dull as it gets, on account of I didn’t know anybody there so I just worked and sat around watching Arrested Development. Now I have a nice little groove worked out for myself and I’m a-makin’ the most of it. Said it before and I’ll say it again: where you are doesn’t matter nearly so much as who’s there with you.

Something I said just then reminded me about something T just said on her site (GBE, at right with a heart next to it standing for how I want to marry her): that although she may write like a belching random knobjockey, she’s actually a very couth and quiet girl who wouldn’t put you within the vicinity of her gastric emanations unless you were a dearest and oldest friend. Point is, I may write like a bit of tool but generally IRL I’m not the sort to indulge in having any kind of personality. I would not burp at anyone either, in other words. I’m really quite bland, introverted and dull as dishwater and I’d feel terrible if you got the wrong impression. I just thought I’d say something, since I’ve come to the conclusion that being that way doesn’t bother me in the least.

Now: time to go iron my hot pants!