I know everything

At least so says the badge I picked up tonight at the Is Not party - and what a splendid party it was. There were bloggers, poets, designers, radio folks, publishers, editors, madcap dancers, musos, involved discussions about the political subtext of zombie films, newly engaged friends, and a total absence of mysterious, witty and seductive gentlemen making eyes at me. Ah well, you can't have everything I suppose.

Probably a good thing too - otherwise I should become jaded.**




** This message brought to you by a 100% totally not jaded Man About Town, who is about to saunter down to a nearby bar and position himself attractively in a corner. Wish me luck - or at least no hangover tomorrow!

Comments

Rowena said…
I spotted you amongst the crowd Richard!

The only boys who spoke to me were a couple of AFL loving types who I think wandered in not knowing what the whole thing was about. Sigh.
15/10/06 11:37
Risperdal Constatine I said…
There was a slight possibility we could have been friends. It's now gone, genius, and will never be recovered.
15/10/06 16:28
meva said…
I'm thinking good things might have happened? No posts for a couple of days is a good sign, is it not?

(I know you don't know me, but I wish you very well indeed.)
15/10/06 21:16
elaine said…
ro! you were there and we missed you? That officially SUCKS!

oh well, next week.

ps Richard, NOBODY does man about town with your levels of vigour and panache.

pps word verification describes you perfectly: sxibuns
15/10/06 22:08
richardwatts said…
Rowena - you mean I missed the chance to say hi? "Damn and blast," he said, chanelling a friendly neighbourhood pirate. Also, next time there are blokey AFL-loving types going please send them my way. ;-)

Meva - thank you for the generous thoughts; much appreciated. I have had an engaging, hectic but enjoyable couple of days, which have included more episodes of Dr Who, a MIAF show, several lines of cocaine, and dancing to 80's music, although not necessarily in that order. To be honest everything after the coke is a bit of a blurrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Elaine - thank you. You, madame, are charming, witty and all too rougish. I suspect that should you cordially ask me to walk a plank, I would be hard-pressed to say no. Oh, and I officially second the suckness of missing Ro.
16/10/06 02:57
Cade said…
If you are ever going to something like this again and need a tag along, please let me know.
Anything visual arty, magaziney will get me there.
16/10/06 12:51
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