It's a long way to Eltham

Seriously.

From Fitzroy to Eltham on public transport on a Saturday night? Epic bloody public transport trip I'm telling ya. Well worth it though. I had a book, I had my tunes, and my destination was a splendid party thrown by the vivacious Bonnie Conquest, attended by some excellent blog-folk, including KP, TT and - the first time we'd met in the real world - Dave Mack (you, me, the Pink Flamingo at Meredith on Friday night, mate - say, midnight?).

Fun times.

Then of course, I ended the night at certain seedily salubrious inner city bars inhaling things I probably shouldn't and talking shit until dawn, but such is life. I blame the full moon. Or my parents. Or society. Possibly Andrew Bolt. Or something. *whistles nonchalantly*