Trying to do a little work while eating bad jellies and monitoring the Ashes game as well as trying to figure out what happened over the weekend. I'm having a moment, okay. I just poured boiling water on my papercut finger while trying to make teh tarik.
Went to two lectures during the week. I started to write about them, then decided they deserved their own post.
On Wednesday evening I reminded Scott about coming to Augie March on Friday, and added that he might also be interested in seeing The Maladies at The Annandale on Sunday. I didn't get a reply until Thursday morning (before I'd properly woken up, mind you). I won't repeat what he texted here but I *thought* he said he could definitely come to Sunday but wasn't sure about Friday because he was about to come down with the flu. I replied that I'd give him a buzz on Sunday.
On Thursday evening I happen across the text again and it said he definitely *can't* make Sunday. So my up turned into a down pretty quick. Then Pape calls me to say he can't make Augie March on account of helping his friends move but says something like 'if you hear of any other gigs like this, let me know and I'll see if I can make it'. So I invited him to Sunday's gig and he said he'd come.
So I go to Augie March by myself. Decent gig, but I wasn't feeling overwhelming love. Besides which, I'm not a huge fan of theirs, just respect them enough to pay $40 for their last tour in a while.
On Saturday I went to see mum and dad and stayed overnight, visiting my mum's friend Mary, a neighbour, who was redecorating her house and looking to get rid of some pine furniture. Ended up buying some shelves and a cupboard, watching the end of Harry Potter 4 with my mum and then the Ashes with my dad on TV.
I had to leave early the next day on account of committing to my friend Alison's pickling party - went home first and picked up all the gear (I was pickling mandarins) and then went to Stanmore. I was a little worried about going to the gig with just Pape so I asked Alison if she wanted to go (The Annandale is less than 5 minutes walk from their place) and she said she and her partner Keith were going to go anyway because Abbie May was headlining and Keith said she was good.
Long story short, I ended up calling Scott (because I said I would, regardless of whether I misread his initial text) but it went to voicemail, so then I sent him a text and asked him if he was sure he couldn't make it to The Annandale. He replied and said he was meeting up with friends but he'd try and make it down later (which I automatically classified as 'no).
I was going to go home and dump all my pickle gear but Alison said she'd host it at her place so I ended up staying at theirs for dinner and then going to The Annandale early to meet Pape because I wanted to catch The Maladies, who were supporting. Pape turns up with Scott!
Later I find out that he was out with a military friend of his who just came back from Iraq and will soon ship off to Darwin, but somehow Pape convinced him to spend a couple of hours at the gig (which was great, Abbie May was very impressive) before returning to the fray.
But then it got kind of awkward. I'd commandeered a couch at the back of The Annandale when the two of them came in. Pape sat next to me and Scott sat on the other side of him so the only times I could talk to Scott was in between bands when Pape was off on a cig break. But Scott wouldn't have been there at all without Pape's urging. Scott's also quite softly spoken so even when talking as a three it was difficult to engage.
I'm not sure I'm all that interested after all of that. I mean it'd be cool to hang out with him at gigs and stuff, but I can do that with Ness and Russ and even Pape, so how is he special?
How does that Whitlams song go? "She has an aversion to conviction, she's more confused than ever" ('Melbourne').
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