Well! So much for a quiet night recovering from the last. AS USUAL.
I woke up at around 11am feeling pretty shocking, insisting Jason take me to delicious breakfastfoods. Moray Cafe (getting there around 12.30 and apparently missing Vicki by a fraction of spacetime) breakfast burrito improved my spirits immeasurably. Upon arriving home I eyed off the elliptical trainer in the corner, serving as a piling place for all our spare pillows (we have about a dozen spare pillows. WHY? WHY SO MANY PILLOWS? Really, where did they come from? Why would two of us ever need that many even if every single one of our best friends came over to sleep on the cold hard floor?)
I cleaned it up and took its photo, then took photos of the artfridge, intending to put them both on ebay. But then my camera battery went flat, and in searching for the cord for the charger I recalled that some cat-toothed one had chewed it up several weeks ago (and that when I plugged it in sparks flew out of it aiming for my aorta). So I went to ebay to buy instead of sell and ended up spending $200 (wait till you see the pony I got! and the skirt! and the pants I didn’t get cuz even though they were the most fantastic pants ever they were 10cm too long for me.. 🙁 curse being a shortypants. CURSE IT)
Then both Vicki and Adam msged with.. Oktoberfest! at the RNA. Long line was long. I thought it was long before I realised that the gate it went through (at what I thought was the end) was actually just snaking it around to another gate inside. Inched along for half an hour, then! We were in, yayyy! On to the line-up for beer tokens… then to the line-up for beer… then to the line-up for sausage. Brilliant.
No beers in the smoking area, but there was a beer table just outside it. As we stood about finishing our sausages I notice a boy-in-hat lurking suspiciously near the beer table so kept an eye on him as… he stole someone’s beer, and brought it smirkingly over to his girlfriend. Oktoberfest is FULL of douchebags. So, lesson learned, I watched my beer-table beer like a hawk, and sure enough someone grabbed it. I screeched furiouser than any harpy! It was impressive. Later on, at another smoking area, Duff Man himself tried the same thing. What a shocker.
Got cold so had Jason drive me a jacket over. While I was standing outside waiting for him I struck up a conversation with a jigging boy who really needed to pee. He gave me his wristband so Jason could get in free (although one of the gateguys called him on it and then let him through anyway). We didn’t stay much longer though (douchebags get douchier as the beertaps run out) but went to Adam’s ’round the corner for some drinks (his fishtank’s gotten pretty awesome) before I went out with Vicki to meet her friends.
We then went back to her place to change shoes etc & go out to a DubStep event, meaning “stay up till dawn,” when I thought, hey I was going to have a quiet night. It’s too late for that but not too late to not ruin myself completely. So went home. Go semi-responsible me!