breaking formation

saturday was homebake. although it had rained cats and dogs the day before, it was all sticky and humid for the big day, and didn't rain a drop. though that didn't keep the ground from being a quagmire.

my companions for the day were mexie and evs. well they almost weren't after some dramas with an ebay scalper and mexie forgetting her wallet, but we got there in the end.

we ate tasty gozleme, then strawberries and cream for dessert.  we saw the mess hall, then erilii came and found me during josh pyke. we drank beer, and erin showed me her rain cape. we watched muscles' first set, which i was impressed with. well except for the guy with bacne and the nasty girl in front of us dry humping. then we walked over to the main stage for goyte, where we stood next to this woman who was having a huge cry, however efforts to comfort her were dismissed. random.

towards the end of goyte's set, i said goodbye to erin and toddled over to dempsey. and this is where the fun began. there was a relatively small crowd, full of rabid something for kate fans. the worst of which were my friends. as dempsey walked out, these retards started heckling him. calling him gay for wearing a white jacket, and generally just yelling through songs and being dickheads.

we called security over, but they said there was not much they could do. a couple of girls around us were getting upset, and one of the guys behind us started talking to security saying "what can we do, if i hit him you'll throw me out?" which got the dickheads arked up. they came over to where we were talking to security and tried to be heroes "what? we're enjoying the show? we love that song fifth dimension. it's these people who are ruining it by swearing." then i dunno what they said, but they started  having a go at evan. then next thing i know i'm holding mexie back as she tried to start pushing the tards.

 this of course meant that they started pushing back, and got kicked out. the world was again safe and we could enjoy the show in peace. he played lots of rad stuff like captain and say something. and i ended up taking a lot of photos which turned out really well.

afterwards, as paul kelly was playing to her door, pip branson, sfk's touring guitarist and former member of canberra's greatest ever band sidewinder, walked past. he's my boyfriend now. look at the way he's looking at me, such adoration.

and then we left. stupidly we had parked on the other side of druitt street, so it took us forever to get back to the car. once we did, we sat there for a couple of minutes because i couldn't lift my feet to hit the accelerator.

on sunday we slept late. we watched little britain and arrested development before deciding to make tucker death mix. well except we only had regular smirnoff, but that was enough to get us shithoused drunk. so drunk that i almost chucked on the bus this morning.

tomorrow we're going to newtown to get stuff pierced.