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| Clever Girl... >> Friends >> The List >> The 'tav' From: Rachel Subject: Wanna go back to Andrew's car for pizza and a fuck? No? I don't blame you. But don't let that decision prevent you from eating some yummy pizza. On Wednesday night Monsieur Yip and I went on a pilgrimage to Castle Hill to see Killing Heidi, Primary, and Tadpole live, despite the small issue of us both having unfinished (in my case unstarted) essays due the next day. We alighted from my house at about 7:20pm, after Andrew had ravaged my bathroom for five minutes in an attempt to gel his hair and make himself look nice for the lovely ladies at the Tavern. Yes, he brought it with him. Upon getting in the car Andrew finally decided to ask me where the concert actually was, to which I nervously replied, much to his dismay, Castle Hill. Looking it up on the map didn't help matters either. "Oh well, look on the bright side!" "Which is?" "Well, it could have been at Penrith!" We moseyed on down the road to Pizza Hut, where Andrew informed me that he didn't know whether Killing Heidi were worth such a pilgrimage, not being the Superjesus and all, but we do both like pilgrimages, so after buring pizza, garlic bread, and pepsi (all of which I PAYED FOR, BTW grrrr) we decided to proceed. And what a jolly journey it was! Just as those who have ever had shotgun in my car know their responsibilities (handing me water, lipstick, street directories, etc...) I got to hand feed Monsieur Yip pizza and get yelled at for burning his hand. Ermm... oops! Of COURSE it was an accident. ;) He offered me his worsr secret ever in exchange my for worst THREE, but then decided mine were "lame" and "not embarrassing at all" and proceeded to tell me an equally unexciting story. Aside from this, all was going well until we got to Windsor Road, I believe. We got a little lost. Ermmm... twice. I suppose it first occured to us when we realised we were meant to be on a main road but were instead on a skinny little road with metre high dirt embankments and forrest surrounding us. Andrew consulted a map, informed me that we had recently passed Saru's house (and consequently Anuja's) and I told him we had also passed Lauren's. After another 20 minutes or so of driving around aimlessly we finally found the tavern. And what a joyous place it was. Filled with bright lights, smoke, and yobbos, the Castle Hill Tavern advises that if one wishes to party safe, they should party local. It is too clear why. No one was going to go home with any of those guys and contract a deadly STD no matter HOW drunk they were. The bands... Tadpole are a New Zealand band which I'd heard of through Kate. Unfortunately for them (albeit fortunately for me) not many people were paying attention during their set, allowing me to stand right at the front of the stage with all the Kiwis... although I did NOT, unfortunately, win one of the free CDs. :( Anyway, they were quite good, they played 'Alright', and Andrew said the lead singer looked a bit like Kate, only Kate was thinner (keep in mind it was very dark here). Primary were next and they were very good, very Garbage-esque. The lead singer certainly had a presence, although Andrew argued that she was, at the same time, "almost repulsive". I think he meant that she scared you away, not that she was ugly. In which case he was right. Anyhow, their CD, along with Magic Dirt and Nitocris, is definitely one I'd consider buying. I was going to leave this til the end, but in case you get bored by then (ha! as if you aren't NOW! :p) HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEXI! :D Back to the concert. Despite my threats to "blow my top" if Killing Heidi didn't appear onstage by 1ppm, they came on at about 11:10pm. At this point it became clear why the majority of the audience had come to the concert. Because Ella Hooper leant over a lot and her pants didn't have any belt. ;) This attracted the sort of lecherous males I am known to attract. Yes, there were a couple of stories to tell, but for once I won't both you with them. Aside from this, the performance was a jolly good one and Warren was looking quite hot. (Speaking of hotness, Axl Rose as a wee boy has to be one of the most beautiful young men I've ever seen!) They played all the predictable favourites, some rarer accoustics (I think we should perhaps cover 'Superstar'), and even a couple of covers - a You Am I song and '1979' by the ever popular Smashing Pumpkins. Predictably, I lost Andrew as soon as the moshing began. "You have a predilection for being thrashed around, don't you?" The concert concluded, the t-shirts looked too small to fit anyone larger than a size 6... possibly an 8 (AUS size)... we left the building. Rachel: You know what I wish? Andrew: What? Rachel: You don't want to know... Andrew: Okay, don't tell me then. Rachel: Okay. Andrew: Well, what? Rachel: I wish my boobs were smaller so I could mosh. Yep, bet that brightened up your day. ;) So we drove home in a car smelling of pizza, speaking of creepy recurring dreams, 'Stan', and love; essays still unifinished... until the next morning, when we read them to each other and affirmed that they were indeed very good... even though they were for different subjects and neither of us had any idea what the other was going on about. ;) In other going out news, last night I went to my local ("I don't do locals... unless they're other people's...") to see Madammoiselle Emma Alcock's best friend's band play. They were very punk. Afterwards we went upstairs where karaoke was going on. Emma sang 'Eternal Flame' and I sang 'On My Own' and as a result was propositioned by an old married man. Yay! ;) I could have gone out with Andrew and Richard tonight to see Lotel, but, alas, I have an assignment due in on Monday. Which, as you can see, I am going very nicely with at this very moment. Bye, Rachel xxooxx Drunk man (to Rachel, Emma, and Emma's friend): You guys are beautiful. Most of the people here are ugly and I don't want to know them, but you guys are beautiful. Rachel *sarcastically*: We get that all the time. Emma: Yeah, we're models. Present day Rachel's note: muahahahaha! aced all those procrastinated assignments. ;) back |
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