Sunday, June 26, 2005

Cali Dreamin'

Having sunk deep into a shameful Australian winter, I've begun to crave weather extremes, my desires thrown about erratically. One moment I'm scraping to a halt, throwing a screen of powder in the air, glistening for a moment under the cold mountain sun, and everything tastes clean. Mountain Fresh.
Then the light fades, sinking through the spectrum as it sinks in the sky, and the world is bathed in orange, everything glows with the warmth that won't fade for lack of light. The hot Santa Ana winds drifting out to Sea, baking the world as the brightness leaks away.

The Apartment is Cold, Mouldy and Airless. I haven't been out all day. Tomorrow I get to escape to the joys of the final exam, a brief moment of drudgery before a return to Job-Hunting, the AC Nielsen position hardly guarunteed, and the Snow positions few and limited. Bars everywhere seeking more experienced staff, or willing to take on anyone provided they're willing to waltz about in lingere during winter.

Back in this world, while we couldn't make it all the way to Cathy's we found out that Woodport on a friday night is halfway decent, though still an oven to dance in. Largo has wasted away to a shadow of its former self, and my sobriety coupled with the rain lited my willingness to even attempt to pick up, when coupled with the odd vibe I got from a few msgs over the course of the night. That was then, this is now.

Friday Y'all, Come One Come All,
Rain hail or shine we gonna have a ball.

Whenever you rock up is fine with me, the thing in question is that the Dudes running the Horden have opened a tab on a bar in the city from 4.30pm, so i'm working on a plan which gets me there for as long as I can, knowing that whenever people rock up they'll prob have stuff that needs to go somewhere. might be worth checkin with them to see what I can work out. posted by Keegan at 6:19 pm

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