Socialising
Friday night I invited myself along with Adam and Rachel and the No 1 scrabble player from WA and Simon (newly relocated to Leichhardt and in shell shock at the difference between small town Adelaide and big smoke Sydney) to go to some basement venue in Twin Street.
The venue was so small as to be highly difficult to attend, unless you were friends with the performer. We were there to see Rachel's friends, a trio of female DJs, she assured me the audience would all be their circle.
Due to the technology being a DJ these days only involves clicking a few times to queue up a few songs and a lot of sitting at the ledger trying not to look bored. I assured Russell he could return to WA and reassure his peeps he had mingled with the cream of the cream of Adelaide's hip society, that he couldn't get any better, on a Friday night, than hanging out in a basement level venue, discretely lighted, being served diminishing supplies of Coopers Vintage Ale (Simon assured me that it's a limited batch released each year and it's already sold out at Adelaide Airport as of March 2012).
Rach and I had made our way there via the Fringe Bus "Tour of the Unexpected", a free city loop with a driver and conductor in fancy dress. Our travel companions were asked to share their secret story via the microphone, which was along the lines of "Max-not-his-real-name" has posted a facebook status that everyone ignored (""I have Black Dog") because he'd broken up with his 4th girlfriend in 4 years.... and they were wondering what his problem was (two females, workshopping his romantic failings on public transport. Who would have thought it?). Later on in the evening, I said to Rachel "I'm worried about Max", but she didn't know who I was referring to.
The venue was so small as to be highly difficult to attend, unless you were friends with the performer. We were there to see Rachel's friends, a trio of female DJs, she assured me the audience would all be their circle.
Due to the technology being a DJ these days only involves clicking a few times to queue up a few songs and a lot of sitting at the ledger trying not to look bored. I assured Russell he could return to WA and reassure his peeps he had mingled with the cream of the cream of Adelaide's hip society, that he couldn't get any better, on a Friday night, than hanging out in a basement level venue, discretely lighted, being served diminishing supplies of Coopers Vintage Ale (Simon assured me that it's a limited batch released each year and it's already sold out at Adelaide Airport as of March 2012).
Rach and I had made our way there via the Fringe Bus "Tour of the Unexpected", a free city loop with a driver and conductor in fancy dress. Our travel companions were asked to share their secret story via the microphone, which was along the lines of "Max-not-his-real-name" has posted a facebook status that everyone ignored (""I have Black Dog") because he'd broken up with his 4th girlfriend in 4 years.... and they were wondering what his problem was (two females, workshopping his romantic failings on public transport. Who would have thought it?). Later on in the evening, I said to Rachel "I'm worried about Max", but she didn't know who I was referring to.
I also caught up with Ben and Pen at a park in Nailsworth with free tennis courts, decent playground, a coffee roaster outlet only a few streets away
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