I don't waste my weekends though.
Thursday night I went to dinner with J and B, the food was good but J was in a mood that was really irritating me, and the she locked her keys in her car. We went to the movies and T* ended up coming to see American Gangster. I really enjoyed it, it was really really long though it achieves a decent momentum, it feels its length. The true story at its core (of the rise, fall and redemption of a '70s-era Harlem drug lord) is really intriguing and the way of the style that it was made really compliments the story. It's a pity T* and I giggled like school girls all through it.
Friday I had lunch with K & Toni, and brought a belt that's way too big for me, I also had a huge stack in the middle of the MYER centre. GAH. I went to Fridays after work with the boys from work, and then to O'Malleys for a drink with Skye, Zac and H and club Pheonix to see Geordie play with his band. I thought Geordie was great on stage and the crowd seemed to respond to 
the band pretty well. I wouldn't however go back to club Pheonix again, or at least not for longer then an hour. I find the kind of people in the crowd to be the kinds of people that I don't take very well too, its like they're all screaming " JUDGE ME" with how they act and what they wear. (See Left. I don't actually know this person, But that's pretty stock standard get up). I could forgive them for it if it actually looked good, or revolutionary, but they look so silly just for the message "I like this kind of music" (I realised how much of a sweeping statement I just made and how much I just stereotyped please forgive me). Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of really awesome people who dress like this but I don't understand it. Maybe its more that I'm not affected that way by the music, it doesn't make me want to wear black, or have black hair, or smear make up all over my face and wear poorly designed band tshirts that have pictures of dying people or the devil as art, or wear horribly ripped stockings and fishnets on my arms. whilst I like some metal I can't listen to it for too long because it takes me back to high school, being stoned with my friends in Pascoe's shed only ever playing that music for hours, I don't often feel the energy in it and to me it can be very draining. I'm glad I saw Geordies band though, I actually enjoyed it.
the band pretty well. I wouldn't however go back to club Pheonix again, or at least not for longer then an hour. I find the kind of people in the crowd to be the kinds of people that I don't take very well too, its like they're all screaming " JUDGE ME" with how they act and what they wear. (See Left. I don't actually know this person, But that's pretty stock standard get up). I could forgive them for it if it actually looked good, or revolutionary, but they look so silly just for the message "I like this kind of music" (I realised how much of a sweeping statement I just made and how much I just stereotyped please forgive me). Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of really awesome people who dress like this but I don't understand it. Maybe its more that I'm not affected that way by the music, it doesn't make me want to wear black, or have black hair, or smear make up all over my face and wear poorly designed band tshirts that have pictures of dying people or the devil as art, or wear horribly ripped stockings and fishnets on my arms. whilst I like some metal I can't listen to it for too long because it takes me back to high school, being stoned with my friends in Pascoe's shed only ever playing that music for hours, I don't often feel the energy in it and to me it can be very draining. I'm glad I saw Geordies band though, I actually enjoyed it.Saturday night was good, for the most part. The train ride in was sucky, we sat with a bunch of drunk bogans we knew who were obnoxiously loud, and talked of bashing people up and saying cunt too often. One of them pissed himself.. Fridays with Geordie and B was lovely, the view from the balcony is so pretty. They went to get Mcdonalds where Geordie was proclaimed Garry the sex god of Brisbane by a group of some particularly nerdy guys because he was with two girls (from Sweden I might add). It was amusing. Had an argument with some awful teenage boys on the train, and changed carriages to find a big group of people I went to school with. We talked, well I talked... I embarked on a long drunken rant about bananas and being Swedish. They were pretty glad to get off the train, it was good to bump into Olivia though. The cab as promised was not there, there was however a girl I used to be best friends with when i was like.. 8. I have no idea how I recognised her, we shared the extremely late cab back.
The instant images party was fun, except for Zac being a drunk jerk and making me drive back. H played some particularly interesting Japanese punk music. Oh singstar and guitar hero.. you have ruined a generation..
