Collingwood won through to the next round of the finals last night. A close game which saw Pete and I sitting in his car outside the Glasshouse, listening to the last five minutes and willing the siren to sound. We were catching up at Disco Attack, a monthly night run by Tim, whose first ever DJ gig was at Q+A, my old club. Last night was subdued but comfortable; gossiping with friends and drinking by the fire.
At about 1:30am my friend and I strolled to a rather quiet Control, then on to Witness Protection Program; from there to a somewhat claustrophobic Pony, then home. Today I am ruing spending all my money last night but looking back, it was a happy evening. Happy is a word I am trying to use more often.
This blog post, you will note, is somewhat scattered and sporadic, probably due to the loss of a few more brain cells last night. You'll also probably note that I haven't been writing much about the arts lately. I haven't been going out a great deal, and when I have, I haven't seen anything worth writing about in detail.
Stompin's Home at the Meat Market, for instance, was pleasant enough but unremarkable; though it must be said that the language of dance is the artform I'm least fluent in, so perhaps I missed subteties that enthralled others. A cardboard house, different dancers in each room, a montage of sound and body evoking different eras and emtions; a youth company. Simplistic and somewhat predictable, though sustaining my interest nonetheless.
Otherwise, a bit of downtime is perhaps in order prior to the opening of the Fringe.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to muster the enthusiasm to sort through some books and CDs and see what I can sell secondhand, so that I'll have enough money to get through the week until I'm paid on Thursday...
1 comment:
It was great seeing you at Witness, even though it was for a brief moment. Unfortunately I had to take someone home who left a trail all the way to his house.
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