the mornin. it hurts me.
Uh. Tired. Quite tired. That was some going-away party.
Stuff I remember:
Singing the 80s TV themes with Sam. Wassat his name? :\
Flouro-clad pub crawlers
That dude who everyone thought looked like Hitler but actually he didn’t
Shelley piking
Rina losing her money & phone
Being packed in like sardines on the bus ride home
that last one I would prefer not to remember. Sorry Rina! She was the shortest of all, and therefore the most easily compressed/crushed/pulverised. Eek.
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I please mitigating circumstances - like being an ass who forgets several essential life lessons.
I though Patrick was the sing-y guy? Whatever, he was fucking fantastic.
He really did look like Hitler. REALLY.
If it’s any consolation I got home [without molesting the Indian cab driver, yay] and fell asleep on my couch until 4am when my neighbours got home and started a rather loud party that had them being yelled by other poor bastards who were trying to sleep and someone calling the cops. Party managed to continue until about 8. Bastards.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 11:27 am
Shit. Plead. How irritating.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 11:48 am
I think it was Patrick. I have video footage we can go over to rehash memories if you so wish.
The bus was a nightmare, and so was the phone and wallet situation, but at least we now have a sordid love-square.
Manly Mark Sunday still on like Donkey Kong?
Comment by Rin — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 11:59 am
[…] My mate Patrick arrived from Canberra yesterday afternoon. And after the ABBAMAIL drinks, we headed off to a series of short films (part of the Mardi Gras Film Festival) about life in country towns, farewell drinks for Mark, and then finally a couple of bevvies at Stonewall, which I haven’t been to for quite a while. Mark’s farewell drinks at the Strawberry Hills were loads of fun, and I got to meet a couple of people whose blogs I’ve read, including Nails, Mish, and Rina. After breakfast this morning, during which Pat and I talked about our respective holiday plans for the year, he headed off “over the bridge” to catch up with some other friends. Driving back this afternoon, I hope he avoids Sardine Sunday. Filed under: Journal | […]
Pingback by Sardine Sunday « jamesobrien.id.au — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 1:49 pm
Yes it was Patrick from Canberra. His mate Sam came later. It was a great night and as well as saying goodbye to Marky Mark, it was great to meet his funky bunch. James :)
Comment by James — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 1:52 pm
Any photos?
Comment by Ross — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 5:31 pm
What a tops night. It was nice meeting everyone, although I don’t know if it’s a good thing that I was humming the Full House theme on the taxi ride home. The military-esque Russian mafioso taxi driver wasn’t impressed.
Comment by Mish — Sunday February 24 2008 @ 6:03 pm
Rin - I thought this was a strictly one-show-only retirement tour ;) But Sunday is fine for me.
James - thx for coming. You friends were cool.
Ross - I’ll have to wait for Rina to put the photos up. If she still has her camera.
Mish - thx for comin. Don’t worry about the tax driver - in Soviet Russia, mafia fears you.
Comment by Mark — Monday February 25 2008 @ 9:37 am
Hey - I am all for having my Sunday to myself since next Fri is another Sosueme, so we can all renew drunken vows next time you visit Sydneytown. Argue amongst yourselves, vote, then let me know via email when everyone figures it all out.
PS. Hitler pictures are about as legit as any Loch Ness photo - blurry! Performance anxiety, yo. That, and I think my camera started to refuse after so many fluro/cutoffs shots.
Comment by Rin — Monday February 25 2008 @ 4:57 pm