Vats away!

If anyone is looking for me during the day this weekend I'll be up at The Vat.
This weekend brings "Taste of Montsalvat Festival", which I've been told is opening all artist studios as well as having food, wine, beer and gardening business happening. I've got no idea what it is really, but there's no doubt it will be all the more bearable if I've got friends who come and visit me. I used to think Matcham was crazy for resenting the 'tourists' at Montsalvat, everything was always their fault. "If you don't like them," I used to think. "Then why live in a publicly open place?" That was until I moved my studio in there. The worst thing about the place is ther tourists. They just come in and stand there with this stupid 'how quaint' look on their faces. They never actually want anything and don't seem to understand that people actually work there. Anyway, I've been making it pretty for them all day today. And also rearranging some things so that they feel like they're in the studio without having to get too close to me. Ha.
So if you feel like cheering up a jaded 'artist', come visit some time this weekend.

Ooh la la-la!

Yay Soccer! Even though I only played six minutes I'm taking full responsibility for our ass-whooping tonight. Soccer is officialy fun again. There was a while there at the start of the season where it was looking a bit dodgy, but then we remebered how to play and started winning and now I love it. I'll have to get a beach game going in Byron. That's right a week and a half an I'm on the beach. Can't wait!

Long time ago

Just in case you weren't aware........... Mel, Dam and Rob are back! Looking at these pictures reminds me just what a funny morning that was. Lucky you guys are worth waiting over an hour on no sleep, at the airport for.

Hurrah for it began!

Well. Now that this whole Com Games fiasco is over I'll post the photos fromt he opening ceremony. We watched the fireworks across the road from the G on Tom's rooftop, resplendent with Men's Gallery sign as usual, and celebrated with my first drink of the cleanse. And boy did we do it in style- champagne form mugs. What were we meant to do? There were no jars around!
It was quite an eerie night. Punt road was absouloutely dead. We'd parked ages away and walked across because we thought it would be a nighmare getting in there but there was just no-one around. That was until about half way through the ceremony when the performers who were done started coming out of the venue, all their costumes of shiny pants and bad wigs. It all looked a little Rock Eisteadford to me. I hope it didn't come across that way on tv. Then the flying tram came past and was exciting.



The fireworks were cool too, not a skerrick of the dissappointment they could have been. They were really big and went for ages. They even came from ontop of the buildings in the city and along the Yarra.



Then, when it was all over we saw just how may people can fit into the MCG. They'd all caught the train and had to try and do the same to get home again. We did our best to entertain them while they waited, you know random yelling and getting them to give us the little flashy things they were given. But it still would have been pretty annoying to have to wait that long to get into such a packed train. The roads have been quiet all week though. They keep on saying it's because public transport is free if you're goint to the games, but it's just beacause people thought it was going to be hell on the roads. I agree with Bracksy on this one- the only thing people will support is free beer. And come next week I'll be supporting that proposal. Although the TAC has drummed it onto us so well that if there was free beer we probably would be catching public transport, 'cos we wouldn't be driving.

motorcar adventures

I'm taking last nights adventures as a sign that i should stop driving as much as i do. From now on it's only the essentials, like getting to work and going to the supermarket.
First up I drove down Punt Road to Richmond in peak hour which wasn't bad at all. Not too much traffic and a good run of lights. So I was in my rockstar park outside the Corner by 6.00. 2 hours later, after a fairly intense live to air set by Augie March, and then a quick soujourn for felafels, I come back to my car to find I left the lights on and have a totally dead battery! (Why my lights were on at 6.00 just after the autumn equinox is far beyond me.) So we're stuck in the middle of Richmond with no car eating stupid healthy food and noone seems to have jumper leads. Two cars had been broken into though over the course of this gig, so at least we weren't the worst off in the place. Finally we got on to Tom and he saved us. After finding one car with jumper leads but no keys, then another car with keys but no leads, then trying to jump start but it was too far dead, then finally the roll start. I was a little dubious of this method as failing to start meant rolling out onto Swan Street, but it all worked out in the end. Thanks you're my hero!
You'd think that would be enough excitement for one night, but no. I then proceeded to nearly kill Heath and myself at the end of Hoddle street crossing over the freeway. Suddenly I was up on the curb and then skillfully swerving away from the oncoming Light pole towards the stationary car int he other lane, then back onto the road in my lane all is well. I've got no idea how I ended up on the curb there. I've always thought that intersection could be confusing now they've put the new ligths in, but never actually been comfused by it myself. So I don't think that was it. Must be I'm just a crap driver and this is the universe's way of telling me to stop or as the master has said (Google that is) "Amy needs to wake up or get some will power". See?

Friday Afternoon

dYesterday I was so happy to be at work. All this week has been great. Being in charge, selling lots of dresses. But now it's Friday afternoon and I'm sick of it. It's been a lot quieter, without any appointments, which I was glad for. But that also means I'm stuck out the back with people who are starting to grate on me and no reason to go out the front and get excited for people.
Going out for Liz's/Shay's/St. Patty's tonight. I think I'm going to have to break my detox for just one green beer should the opportunity arise. I'm sure my liver will thank me for it in the long run. I have to work tomorrow though, and all my appointments seem to be rescheduling, so even though I have to be in for 9.30 I then have 2 hours before my next appointment. Plus I have to find things to do for one other person- not sewing? It's gonna suck I can tell.
There's still a chance I may have to work Sunday too. A gig in Werribee for a festival parade. I doubt they'd call me now though for that though. Would they? Perhaps subliminaly to avoid that confirmation call, I left my phone at home today.
Ok that's enough random rambling.

Wielder

I feel so handy! I just changed a tyre for the first time. Not that unexplainably a sharp and owie piece of metal pierced my tyre and it was dead flat when I got out to it today. (Well, when my mum went out to it as she was borrowing my car.) So I got down on my knees in the mud with all my tools and changed it. I had been needing some attention paid to the balance of my tyres so I guess this is just a kick up the bum to go and do something about it. The spare tyre is pretty crappy, and the rear ones probably both need replacing so there goes another weeks paycheck on sorting all that stuff out. Boo. At least I'm saving money on alcohol by not drinking. But I bought myself a hair straightener/curler last week, so it all evens out to still having no money.

No Nose Knows

So. I decided not to post about it 'cos it was making me too pissed off. But now I'm over it so it's irrelevant anyway. Suffice to say I'm a jerk, and I'd cut off my own nose if I thought it would get me out of ever going on a date. Which it probably would, (no offence to those without noses) so lucky I'm only exaggerating.

Seminal

The Great Yarn

That's it! I'm starting knitting again. By the time winter comes 'round I will have knitted something other than a scarf.

One day they were just like you

Recently we've been thinking a lot about getting older. Celebrities in all fields seem to be younger than us. Movie stars, pop stars, sports stars. People like beauty therapists and stylist, retailers and business owners. When we go out we see all the young things high on life, and plenty of other things too. What have we got to show for ourselves so far? A lot of liver damage and a few memories, though we've lost a few of them too. It's not to say that I regret any decisions I've made, but the world seems to be catching up to me quicker than I'd hoped.

Last night though, when I was out living the pure life of no drugs, alcohol, meat or dairy, I started chatting to this guy, turned out he grew up nearby and knew some people who went to my school. He asked me what year I graduated, and I knew it wasn't going to be too pretty when we figured out how much older he was than me, so I turned the question straight back on him first so I knew exactly where I stood. But I was in no way prepared when his answer was'87!
That was the year I started primary school!!!! I know it was rude, but all I could do was laugh.
The point is though, he was trashed, having a great time rockin' out to some old school power pop (the emphasis being on power) in the form of the Posies at the Hi Fi. It puts it into a bit more perspective when you hang out with a guy who's 35. I don't think there's too much need to change things from the way they are now.
This is all just probably the detox talking anyway. I won't feel so introspective when I'm off the wagon.

udkuelmy

Has anyone noticed that the word verification on the comments has gotten a lot longer recently, and harder to read as well. No long posts now. I have to go out to the wrap party (yes wrap, not rap) for "The Jammed". more to come on this topic later. Iv'e just read some facts around which it was based. Shocking let me tell you.