Oh shameful, shameful me.
The word 'darl' and 'matey' have both become a set part of my vocabulary. I'm not sure how it came about, I think I was making fun of someone saying it as it's a very Australian. I think 'matey' could be acceptable as I can try to palm it off as a hip pirate term, but 'darl'. Nup. Can't do it. What's worse is that sportsbar Cath is usually around when this happens, so the 'darl' is coupled with a slap on the back, an "everything good today darl?" or, my favourite "cheers matey". I think it's the ultimate merger of sportsbar Cath and diner Cath. Does that make me like Sookie? I'm sure she says 'darlin'". Either way, it IS possible for me to become even cooler.
Last night I ended up in Marrickville, which apparently is "inner West" though I hold to the fact that we weren't even in Sydney at this point. Middle. Of. Nowhere. At least this time I meant to be there, not like the day before when Richard and I were on the train, suddenly realised that we were wearing matching outfits, made White Stripes references for ages before realising we'd missed our stop. By quite a few stops. Unfortunately we weren't really the White Stripes, otherwise we could have just made our way home by using the bass pedal of a drum to propel our way through the streets.
I was at a colleague's flatwarming party, it was a good night. Cook has this amazing place with so much to look at, which of course, is my favourite thing to do. ....I just want to point out that I typed out this previous sentence, read it back, found it hilarious, so left it there. Yes, that's right, looking at stuff is my favourite thing to do. OF COURSE. Anyway, really cool paintings and art and books...one of those houses where you can entertain yourself by just hanging out. She's lived in Berlin and worked for a band and has done such cool stuff, everything has a great story. You don't even need to go though the drawers, it's just out there. This story sucks, a little bit. Just a little. Anyway.... some other colleagues came out and we had a good time, drinking wine and laughing. I work with some great people. The two that came along, (as well as Cook who is awesome and fun and a great laugh) are some of my favourites; Fiona; great music taste, incredibly dry sense of humour, blunt honesty and a heart of gold and Kristy, whose favourite movie is Napolean Dynamite and has the same of humour as I do. 'Nuff said.
Lou and Mike arrived last week and it's been so much fun hanging out. I can see that they're overwhelmed, which I totally get and I want to sort things out for them. Moving here was pretty scary for me. I hung out with them loads last week, walking around Surry Hills, hanging in the cool Indie bar where I got hit on by the waitress then got asked by Lou's NZ friends if it was a gay bar. Good times. It's so nice to have some kiwi friends here (Kyla you don't count, you're just a crazy mix of weird accents) and just be. Aussies and Kiwis are actually very different, much more different than I expected, so that 'she'll be right' attitude is nice to be around.
Richard Fairgray's staying with me this weekend, which has also been fun. He's over for a comic convention and tomorrow i'm going along to help him out. Actually, today. It's 4am and I can't sleep. I was doing okay until Richard talked in his sleep, saying 'don't worry, I won't tell anyone'. I asked him what he meant, he woke up and sleepily told me that in his dream I lived under the rubbish dump in the area where the shoes were dumped, named 'shoe city'. In this dream, the people of shoe city built a tower that fell and killed heaps of people, so I was responsible for this. Want to know how he found out that I lived in shoe city? I was spray-painting it on the wall. Way to ruin my secret. At least I did it in a bad ass way. I'm just like Michael Jackson.
My coffee addiction has also reached a new height. While lying awake (planning a new shoe city construction) thinking, I realised I was worrying abut my next coffee fix. Allpress has made me SUCH a snob because now my palate can taste the finer subtleties of a bad coffee. We're out at Olympic park tomorrow and I know the coffee will be bad. I saw a Gloria Jeans, that's it. Lay there trying to figure out another way to get a good coffee, what would be open, if I could bus somewhere first, early. It really is an addiction.
My band is going really well. We're still brainstorming names, I think Catherine and the band is officially out now, which hurts a little. I'm having a lot of fun and it's so great to be creative with like-minded people. Plus i'm singing a couple of the songs now as one of the singers left (as soon as I joined...suspicious?) which is awesome and very scary for me. Michael and Marie are great, we hang out and laugh a lot.
I should try to sleep again. I'm just feeling so responsible for the deaths of all those innocent people in Shoe City. Better keep my tagging to a minimum.
