I’d organised babysitting last night to go out and see a band reunion of some old friends who haven’t played in this band for a long time and this was definitely their last gig. I must have spent a fortune in phone calls organising who and where to meet and plans kept falling through. It finally turned out that I met a friend at her housesitting place in the city, had a drink there, then drove her and two mates to a pub in the city where I dropped them off. I then proceeded to pick up a girlfriend and just as she got in the car we got a phone call.
‘It’s sold out, we’re all at the Grace Emily’. So we went there. It was nearly 11pm by this time and we should have arrived at our initial destination at 9.30pm to get into see the reunion gig. Luckily we saw them at their practise gig last Saturday night at a party.
We went to the Grace Emily where a bunch of other friends were, either with stamps to get into see this gig, or not. I didn’t want to hang around at the pub just chatting, I wanted to see a band thank you very much so my girlfriend and I walked back across town to where I’d originally dropped off my other mates and saw Spencer P Jones and his band. I’d seen them a few months ago and was a bit disappointed with them last night compared with the first time. It was probably partly to do with the disappointment of things not going according to plan. The last time this happened, I ended up meeting my sons father but nothing similar happened last night – or perhaps it did and I don’t know it yet.
We stayed for the band and then decided to walk down to where we’d orginally planned to go and as we arrived people were pouring out so Where’s the Pope? had obviously finished. As we walked up the stairs it was clear that many people had vacated the space as we could feel the sweat and heat. Well we’d made it in, too late though, but in time to see two of our mates dj’ing. By the time they finished it was 2.30am and definitely time to go home.
I’m going out tonight to a dinner I don’t have to pay for, and no, it’s not a date. Jaycee Junior is fast asleep due to his late night and early morning and I just finished reading a book that I sobbed for during the last part where a main character dies. Even though I knew she would die I still cried. Can’t remember sobbing that much for a book since Storm Boy.
