I've had approximately three and a half hours sleep, some of that on the couch; seedy is not an adequate word.
I've started this year in an unexpected manner. Walking between parties we found ourselves opting to view the fireworks from Stanmore Station. At the end of the platform you can see the city skyline and the Harbour Bridge. So there we stood with our bottles of drink, cigarettes and one small poodle.
Gemma is asleep in The Spatula's office, Cooper the small poodle occasionally wanders about then goes back in the office for more sleep. One person has left already, I feel slightly guilty about this. Last night when we ran out of spare beds I kindly offered him half my bed but in the morning after two hours sleep and feeling like hell on skates I woke up and spent a momemnt wishing that I had not done that. I transferred to the lounge for some alone time which caused him to wake up and go home so that I could have my bed back. I feel slightly guilty but on the other hand I have my bed back.
Yesterday was fantastic. Gemma, Spencer, Madam Squeeze, two Spatula friends, one Grizelda friend and The Peachettes ate and drank our way through all manner of things until almost sunrise. We walked over to visit The Beautiful Boys for an hour or two then wandered back to The Peach for general merriment.
I have realised that I have not written one thing worth reading since Christmas Eve. For a week now this has been the blog of the uninteresting, the skimming of my surface. It is an example of telling without showing but I don't think I mind too much. There is a time to delve and time also to breathe and just be, there are no obligations here.
In a way, last night, I temporarily opened my arms to the unexpected. I took tentative steps down a new path, while it was not unpleasant I find I might need to backtrack, just a little, until I recognise the foliage and can spot in the distance my ordinary orb of context.
This will be my year of holding up signs for others to read.
I've started this year in an unexpected manner. Walking between parties we found ourselves opting to view the fireworks from Stanmore Station. At the end of the platform you can see the city skyline and the Harbour Bridge. So there we stood with our bottles of drink, cigarettes and one small poodle.
Gemma is asleep in The Spatula's office, Cooper the small poodle occasionally wanders about then goes back in the office for more sleep. One person has left already, I feel slightly guilty about this. Last night when we ran out of spare beds I kindly offered him half my bed but in the morning after two hours sleep and feeling like hell on skates I woke up and spent a momemnt wishing that I had not done that. I transferred to the lounge for some alone time which caused him to wake up and go home so that I could have my bed back. I feel slightly guilty but on the other hand I have my bed back.
Yesterday was fantastic. Gemma, Spencer, Madam Squeeze, two Spatula friends, one Grizelda friend and The Peachettes ate and drank our way through all manner of things until almost sunrise. We walked over to visit The Beautiful Boys for an hour or two then wandered back to The Peach for general merriment.
I have realised that I have not written one thing worth reading since Christmas Eve. For a week now this has been the blog of the uninteresting, the skimming of my surface. It is an example of telling without showing but I don't think I mind too much. There is a time to delve and time also to breathe and just be, there are no obligations here.
In a way, last night, I temporarily opened my arms to the unexpected. I took tentative steps down a new path, while it was not unpleasant I find I might need to backtrack, just a little, until I recognise the foliage and can spot in the distance my ordinary orb of context.
This will be my year of holding up signs for others to read.
Comments
"No Entry"?
"Persons under the age of 15 must be accompanied by an adult"?
The dirty mind boggles...
Never, hon. Never.