Once More into the Breach
Blogging, like all great art, requires constant practice, and it’s easy to get out of the routine. As a result, you lucky people have had a nice half a month off. But now, for those of you who ill-advisedly check this blog for new content, I have returned from Tasmania. And yet… this isn’t about Tasmania.
My interactions with my neighbor Martin Martini got a bit stranger Saturday night. Some of you may recall the story from about a month ago in which Sam and I drank wine and listened to songs about dragons with thirteen tails with my delightful and unexpected neighbor. His band, Martin Martini and the Bone Palace Orchestra, played the Evelyn on Saturday, and Sam and I went down in a show of neighborly support. They were awesome! And again I was involved in a completely unexpected interaction with said Martini.
In the middle of the show, Martini called out for news from the crowd. ‘What’s the news? What’d you do today?’ The shouted birthday and the ramblings of some drunk man didn’t seem to impress. Now, those of you who know me know that I am, above all else, a shy and retiring creature. I demurely called out, ‘I bought a new skirt today!’, which yielded a trip onstage and a full Evelyn rating of my skirt out of a possible ten. (I feel it got a solid eight, edging towards a nine.)
I had to remind Martini about the wine and the nature strip, to which he responded, ‘Oh yeah! I had no fucking idea. Awesome’ and told the crowd the story. Dave, the drummer, who hadn’t had as much to drink before meeting me that night, recognized me straight off - though in Martini’s defense, I did have my contacts in and was wearing a flash new skirt. A seven-dollar, Savers, 8/9 skirt.
Anyway, the show was great. They’re playing in Geelong next weekend, I show I will miss for various sundry reasons. Not the least of which may be that I’m moving house. To the big blue house I go sometime soon - though without Sam there, cups of tea on the balcony just won’t be the same.
Tasmania was great and stories about squid and dolphins will follow. I must, of course, get my craft back up to speed.
Sometimes I make myself want to vomit.
Special shoutout this week to Kass S: who brought home the brass ring, even though, once she’d gotten it home, she kind of wished she hadn’t. You both lived and killed our dreams, lady. Nice work, nonetheless.
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