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Monday, March 20, 2006

Steady As She Goes...


Hmm. Quite an Intriguing Week. well, three nights out in a row will do that to a mind. It all started with the cruise on thursday, where i was mercifully abandoned to my fate aboard a ship full of friendly chiros, with a hat that landed on half the heads of the ship by the end of it. I got to talking to two very lovely ladies, though both were very much off limits. still couldn't put a dampener on the night, so great to talk to strangers.

Something that never happens at Troppo - Saturday's night was an adventure into the traditional meat market, where the crowd is endlessly sizing up the possibilities - and before you know it, you are too. talking only to people I hadn't seen in nearly five years, the point being that I knew them before I went in. however, the night wasn't a total failure - the experiment with public transport was a complete success, and it meant some bargain drinks at Woy Woy, with an hour's recovery time. however, Saturday still followed friday, and the third day just didn't have a decent vibe.

Especially compared to the joys of the Lowenbrau in the Rocks. mein got, vot a vunderful pub. of course, details remain a little sketchy, having drunk at least seven beers before I left with my brother's entourage to the destination, but I do remember a kiss, a tiny candle-flame of a memory that I cup my hands around, and spy on when i need reminding that there are beautiful moments in the world. to counter the clearer memory of having to get off the bus at fox, and expel the rainbow serpent that was writhing about in my belly. But I had a hand to hold on the walk back, which was quite pleasant.

Oh well, back to grind, that dream of an iPod Nano remaining as elusive as ever. something that would be possible without nights like these.
posted by Keegan at 12:43 pm

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