Sooooo, now it's almost two days later, and I'm going to try and remember what happened on Friday night. Here goes.
Webby interrupted my Beagles-webpage-updating, so we went to Kangaroo Point to meet Rowland and his cronies. Caught some beers (tooheys new, yum), stuffed around for a bit, had some (bad) sausage inna piece of bread, and pissed off to SouthBank to see Superjesus...
... Who were pretty talented, but the venue was about as intimate as a random asl. A big dome in the middle of a river. Sort of like watching it on TV, but I couldn't help thinking about how cool it would be to play a gig on a dome in the water, so that's all good.
From there Rowland and I walked to the Valley while everyone else went in cars. We turned up about 30 seconds after they did, so that was pretty damn cool. Went to Ric's and saw The Informants, who were a pretty damn groovy guitar + keys + bass + drums dealie. Very laid back. Rowland made a nuisance of himself by dancing in front of the band/door and getting in everyone's way, but it was @ Ric's, so that's to be expected, and nobody tried to punch him or anything.
All the rest of his crew filtered in from the mall eventually and the lovely Lydia turned up soon afterwards. James was smitten.
We all went upstairs where there was some hip-hop schtuff going on. Wasn't really keen on much of the music, but my favourite bartender chiq was there, so I was in funky-girl heaven. Got some pretty massive grooves on despite the music (legs are still sore). I don't think Rowland's friends were really used to the whole club/dj/valley thing, cause they all ended up dancing in this little circle and taking turns in the middle which gave me highschool flashbacks and made me feel a little uncomfortable, but that happens I suppose.
Eventually the hiphop got too much, so we all spilled out onto the mall, talked shit, sat @ the Cosmopolitan for a while and Row and the others all left @ about 1ish (I suppose). Lydia and I went to the Trout and sat on cracked leather couches and talked about the world. Eventually she decided to go the little girls' room and while she was gone there was a huge fight outside. Broken glass, many scuffling people, I was oblivious to all of this until someone was slammed into the transparent roller door near the chair I was sitting in. The DJ (Fingers Malone, cool DJ, plays much classic funk stuff, started my groove-engine on Friday with some Herbie Hancock) slowly spun to a stop as everyone turned to watch. It was rather ugly and ended with about 4 guys kneeling on a struggling form. I think Brett, the manager of the trout managed to receive a headbutt. He closed up pretty quickly after everything calmed down and when I paid for our drinks he seemed to have a red mark forming on his forehead.
This all happened so quickly that I was outside before Lydia returned. We went from there to Ric's again, where she was not allowed back in for reasons of ID dodgyness. so we bummed around from seat to seat, talking.
(I have to go to band now. More to come later)
