barlife

giant squid and the masai
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This weekend was very much a blur of bar life. Friday started at Yak (of all places). It started when we ran into an old colleague, Les, on the way to the bar, so he popped in for a few drinks and a few old stories, then another ex colleague Lisa popped in for a catchup drink, and then later another more recently ex workmate Bec showed up with a friend, Mona, from work. We had some good chats with all the involved and managed to get fairly well drunk before going our various ways. I headed off to the Croft Institute where Kate was hanging out with her friend Craig and a few assorted 'film types' who seemed ok but later were found to be a little into their own work and not really much deeper than that. We then progressed onto Loop for a few more beverages and I decided i'd be better off leaving, and taking a few drunken photos on the way home.
The bulk of Saturday was spent in the flat, watching bad TV, flickring and then escaping the bad TV by re-watching some old Coupling episodes (Coupling, like a lot of british TV comedy, rocks. Still makes me laugh uncontrollably after many many viewings).
Saturday evening was an interesting one. Firstly Joe and I headed down to Southbank (cameras in hand) to go to a birthday party for a friend of ours at a trendy-esque bar on the river past Jeff's Shed. The bar (Alumbra, don't go there, even Citysearch think they're over the top) was feeling a little self-important I think, they took a booking for a Birthday party and refused to allow a guest list, told our friend that they start to get strict on the door at about 10, then proceeded to get strict about 8 and even felt 'sorry' for us that we didn't have a guest list. They were obviously trying to generate some coolness by seeming exclusive, and trying to reduce the male/female ratio to somethign a bit more balanced, but weren't willing to state it out loud (which is smart of them, as we'd 'equal op' their asses) and simply told us there was 'nothing they could do' they even told Diana (the birthday girl) that they couldn't guarantee they'd let her boyfriend in. Apparently the place never got that busy, stupid bastards. I was also keen to point out to the bouncer girl that knee high white leather boots didn't really suit her (or anybody for that matter) but it wasn't worth it.
We wandered off down the dock and took a few more photos and then went down to St Kilda to join some crew at the Prince of Wales hotel.
At the pub were Bec, Felicite, Dean, Paul and Sarah, basically the usual St Kilda crew, and not surprising since Bec now lives about 100 meters behind the pub :) We were having a good time, a bit of silliness from Felicite and Bec as they'd had a bit to drink and are usually capable of cracking me up with their silly hijinks. I also spent a bit of time talking to Boaz, an old friend who works security at the POW, who steers clear of the 'not with those shoes' type of security and more towards the 'got some id?' and 'I think you've had enough to drink' type. Which is much much better :)
Sunday was another lazy day at home, watching a bit more Coupling and then later on going to meet Kate to see a movie.
We went to see A Good Woman, which is based on Oscar Wilde's Lady Windermere's Fan and is a very funny film. Afterwards we went to Brunetti's to have some Coffee/Coke and catch up a little, reading some snippets of poetry from a book she'd just written, a rather pleasant evening.