I had such a wonderful weekend! So much happened. I saw some friends, I saw my family, I made some new friends, and I got to play biker’s moll all weekend long.
I am too tired to tell all now, but here are some highlights:
- ANZAC day - I almost won a game of pool, w00t!
- I saw a fantastic baseball wound from sliding to 3rd - yikes!
- Talked about rifles with an ex-airforce lady
- Went to newcs on Saturday
- Saw my grandmother for her birthday
- Saw my dad (yikes!)
- new friend met some of the fams and got thumbs up (phew!)
- Rode on the back of the Indian from Swansea to Newkers, and then on Sunday: from Newkers back to Sydney. It took us from 11 to 5. We had many many stops, a few visits and meal breaks too, but fuck my bum is SORE.
- Fell off the back of the bike at very low speed due to gravel instability on a driveway. Got dragged a little - got a thigh bruise, some interesting bum bruises and a bit of a pulled bicep. Man who saw it told me to get new friend home and smack him round: country folk are so romantic.
- Very, very sore today.
- Very, very satisfied.
April 28, 2008
People keep on staring at my yellow and green hair. Some old duckies give me sly “you go girl” smiles. Brash teen girlies shoot me confrontational glances. What I am finding too strange, though, is that people want to stop and chat with me. Sitting at the chinese take away, waiting for my vege fried rice, this guy who’s ordering curry prawns and rice starts talking to me about the magazines while I am desperately trying to become engrossed in a December 2006 issue of No Idea. It truly unnerves me, and I begin to wonder why he is talking to me about the weather and the age of the mags.
Walking home, I give a half smile while walking past young guy collecting trollies. He gives an enhuiastic shout back at me “hey, how you doing?”. People being friendly, people responding to my crazy hair as though I planned it. Arrrgh!
I can’t take it no more! Give me the multicoloured identities of Sydney that swirl into a grey blob of transgressed personal space and meaningless declarations of personal taste.
The garden furniture outside my room reminds me so much of my dead grandmother. The horror. The horror!
July 3, 2007
Armidale makes Grafton look cosmopolitan. Its like Waratah West without the shopping villiage. There are many many motels, too many Mickie-D’s, and servos. There are churches, and a university somewhere.
The cafes seem to be somewhere between Belmont City Centre fare, and Badde Manors. The dishes come from Badde Manors, the quality from Belmont.
I’m sitting in my motel room with the free wireless broadband and watching Austar movie channel. Take The Lead is distracting me from the cold outside/hot inside dynamic of Armidale.
Antonio Banderas, oh yes! You make it all worthwhile.
Now that the movie us over, I know that its actually based on a real life story (wow). And it is actually very entertaining, with all those sexy dance moves and cool Astor Piazzola music.
July 2, 2007
