Hmmm, I think I'm supposed to say something here. Is this keyboad working? TESTING, TESTING... Yeah, I think so...

Mardi Gras eh!? How was it? Don't ask me, I wasn't in it. Nothing against the spirit of the events or its participants, I just was so displeased with wading through the urine and waiting forever and a half and feeling like the bland tryhard amongst the eccentrics and pretty people that I thought a night of lazy debauchery was a better option.

Time spent with Aussie, Temba and Phoenix beforehand was good; even if I embarassed myself with Singstar, and found that Harley can do parts in songs that no biological male should be able to do. Muchas gracias to Temba for offering hospitality beforehand.

I think I made the right decision, I hope so, it's less clearcut than that hooker I picked up in Randwick and--- oh yeah, not supposed to talk about that.

Here's the score.

Barbary Lion, Thakur, Dustan, Lupie and whoever I'm forgetting did a great job of building the float and getting people organised. Give them much love and credit, or you shall surely be struck down by the Flying Spaghetti Monster! 

Thanks to Barbary, Harley, Tech and Yuumei for offering a good place for the afterparty, I hope your house hasn't suffered too badly as a result.

Apologies to the multitude of people I didn't speak to, I basically used the afterparty as one massive private wind-down with Dustan, Amaya, Zwabbe and at times Lupie, Barbary, Clay and Temba. This was not good behaviour, and emblamatic of the razor-edge level of douchebaggery that I've been honing lately.

I'm not turning into a Christian or a tee-totaller here, just realising that my love of mind alteration and strangeness is coming at the expense of the interaction and conversation I normally engage in. Even worse is the knowledge that I'm screwing good friends and/or interesting people out of courteous discourse, preferring to giggle to myself in a corner about the lovely patterns on the lamp.

Aside from the nature of my recreational choices being an isolationist one, I find I've become more egotistical and prone to anger as of late. While I can placate myself with external pressures messing with me, it ultimately does no good as I'm alienating the people who enrich my life. So sorry to you guys, I'm gonna try purge myself of a few bad habits and hobbies, in the hope of patching up any wounds I've made. Much like that aforementioned hooker.


So then, cheers to the good people, and apologies for not being one of them lately, I wish you all well!

Warning. This is a very long post about Mardi Gras. Those seeking not to die still reading my post, do not click the cut link.