Today I had that same feeling I had after the Big Day Out, minus the sunburn. Achy muscles, tired, but feeling really nice, thank you very much.
I didn’t have much to eat yesterday, and I didn’t get around to getting a sausage at the Ska-B-Q. I had a bit of the ol’ lager, but oddly enough I didn’t feel all that drunk. So when I was a-skankin’ on the dance floor, I think I must have been using up emergency reserves of energy.
We don’t need no illegal drugs to have a good time, maaan. Just the legal stuff.
So today I needed a really easy, non-engaging thing to do. I found this activity in the 4.35 pm screening of “Just Married”. Ok, so it’s really obvious that the following is going to happen. Ashton and Brittany meet, fall in love, get married, have a really shitty honeymoon, break up, then get back together. Because all this is obvious, to make the film even vaguely interesting I had to look for fun stuff. Like I was trying to figure out if Brittany Murphy had hair extensions, or if Ashton Kutcher was secretly gay. I made it to the other end of the film. No surprises, no revelations, but there was a nice moment about how sometimes being married sucks, but you have to work through the bad stuff and know that good stuff is just around the corner. Blah blah blah.
Last night I was talking to this dude with a mohawk. He was talking about something but it was noisy and I couldn’t quite work out what he was saying. Then he mentioned balloons and canisters, and I said, “Oh, nitrous?” and he said, yeah. So I was like, “Dude! Nitrous rulez!!!” Then he said something else, and then looked at me, like he was waiting for an answer, but I didn’t know what he’d said, so I just looked around, hoping someone else would say something. CHOICE.