oh what a night...
Late December back in '63
What a very special time for me
What a lady
What a night!
I had a mighty fine time the night of October the 18th. I went with Damo to see the Hives at the Tivoli and I think it was close to being the best fucking time I've ever had. We drank, I sang, I danced, we pigged out on New York pizza, we saw this awesome guy plucked straight from the 80's. He was roller skating down Ann St in the Valley. He wore crazy red and white Where's Wally-ish thigh high socks, gold hot pants, a fabulous bomber jacket and...wait for it...he was carrying a fucking boom box on his shoulder. This thing would have been twice the size of his torso and he had it up on one puny little shoulder.
That's all I have to say about that. Because today is the 29th October.
Melbourne Cup is fast approaching and I am finding myself fighting the temptation to go stand in the sun in silly hats and sip champagne all day. Although I did find a beautiful 'Where on Earth is Carmen SanDiego'- esque hat.
I like to go to the horse races. Not only because I like to dress up, not because I love to get drunk, not because Damo makes an effort to look absolutely smashingly handsome and not because I am almost addicted to gambling...But I absolutely love visiting the stables. Yes, I think I am still that seven year old girl with posters of Mariah Carey, dolphins and New Kids on the Block up on her wall. I love horses. I always will. I wish I could talk to them. I'm serious. I probably never should have said that.
So, I will say this...I also like getting drunk at 10 in the morning.
Also, a big happy birthday to Damo, Ria and Brydie...Oh and Cat - just in case you're out floating in cyber space today.
What a very special time for me
What a lady
What a night!
I had a mighty fine time the night of October the 18th. I went with Damo to see the Hives at the Tivoli and I think it was close to being the best fucking time I've ever had. We drank, I sang, I danced, we pigged out on New York pizza, we saw this awesome guy plucked straight from the 80's. He was roller skating down Ann St in the Valley. He wore crazy red and white Where's Wally-ish thigh high socks, gold hot pants, a fabulous bomber jacket and...wait for it...he was carrying a fucking boom box on his shoulder. This thing would have been twice the size of his torso and he had it up on one puny little shoulder.
That's all I have to say about that. Because today is the 29th October.
Melbourne Cup is fast approaching and I am finding myself fighting the temptation to go stand in the sun in silly hats and sip champagne all day. Although I did find a beautiful 'Where on Earth is Carmen SanDiego'- esque hat.
I like to go to the horse races. Not only because I like to dress up, not because I love to get drunk, not because Damo makes an effort to look absolutely smashingly handsome and not because I am almost addicted to gambling...But I absolutely love visiting the stables. Yes, I think I am still that seven year old girl with posters of Mariah Carey, dolphins and New Kids on the Block up on her wall. I love horses. I always will. I wish I could talk to them. I'm serious. I probably never should have said that.
So, I will say this...I also like getting drunk at 10 in the morning.
Also, a big happy birthday to Damo, Ria and Brydie...Oh and Cat - just in case you're out floating in cyber space today.
posted by one word letters at 6:57 PM
3 Comments:
Oh God, send my birthday love to everyone! Please punch Damo (gently or as you prefer) in the cock 21 times for me.
I miss you. I hate horses. I like alcohol. I want you to take me to the races one day. Chances are that my heels will get caught in grass or a drain and I'll get eaten by IT, but it's okay. I miss our funs, Tino.
I miss our funs too...as violent and unhealthy they may seem to others.
best regards, nice info » »
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