badfishwunkychip: adventure break (one):
The adventure never has to stop. Like oldwallpaper says, we're melting into an aquarian full moon tomorrow, time for eccentrics and success, etc. And this is boding well. Now - I never did finnish up on the adventure. Becuase it went on:

Traffic:

Whatever night this was, we went to Traffic, whimsical and danced and after 12, scored pills which involved suspiciously asking everyone and following kate around the corner to a car. I only had one and a half. They started pretty much on the dot. And we all thought we'd come up by the end of the club (wrong!). I'd decided I wanted to get on this mad girls buzz - she was dancing like a fool, and so I told her this and followed suit - in no time she had a ring of followers. I moved on to some indie oran utan girl and got on her buzz. Then I got on some poser portugese buzz. The DJ was great - he'd build the music up until everyone knew it was about to break and EVERYONE on the floor would dive in wild with arms and grins, looking at the cealing.

After the music I sat down with a girl, quietly looking to the side, pensive as fuck. I told her I wanted to be on her buzz, that it was like a Joni Mitchell song - I sang Urge for Going, but that wasn't right, then I sang Cactus Tree. What a buzz song... Her three fellow-mates were not impressed and Kate dragged me away apologising. Which is partly why we tried to come up with a buzz word on the way home. Busbaby. We choose that - so we made a new word: badfishwunkychip. I talked to randoms all the way home. Anyway way - we rolled backwards down the stairs, etc, etc. I've mentioned this already, so the next night is up:

Paulo and the Voodoo Lounge

Met Ian in the evening and we went for a walk all up Baggot Street way. It was nice. We got coffee and burgers and sat by the river chatting for a while. I like that he's living in the city - I get to see him lots. Then on our way into town I got a call from Paulo who was in Trinity with his mate Killian. We went to Judge Roy Bean's for tequila, and after a bit were asked to leave by the bouncer becuase Paulo kept calling the barman chicken.

Paulo: Is it cause we're gay? [note: paulo is not gay]
Bouncer: Probably, yes.

So we walked down and Killian started talking to this old down and out who's kids hated him becuase he married a Kilkenny woamn, etc. etc. We sang him some disney and some hymns and took him to Doirns where Paulo unnerved some girls and I told some stories and spoke some french. But we thought it was shit and after they played Loser we went to, wait for it: The Voodoo Lounge. It's basically for blacks and Knacks. On the way we stopped in the little inside bit at the ha'penny bridge and sang some chorale monk shit. We should have made about 8 euro.

The Voodoo Lounge was dire. Girls looking to be sleazed on (Perfect for Paulo) the Nucckas in their own VIP section. I did some rapping to some of them at some stage but decided I'd be better employed trying to exchange raps for smokes outside - and I did. I did a fucking rap about Brocolli, tuna, sweetcorn and beans. I dida rap about the spire. I went in, Killian was getting pushed about by a bouncer everytime he tried to talk to the Very Important Black girl. He said "I love her... she sings, like properly, I just wanna make music with her." I got a call from David though who was in Temple Square and decided I'd go meet him instead.

He was all suited up and stuff. We walked and got a taxi to the sleazy italians house, and met the shock rock blond boy nathan. Hm. It was all fine. But hard house trance was not called for, in the dark, after the pasta while the sleaze suggested an orgy. That's fine. I wasn't going to - not out of discomfortability, just out of the fact I wouldn't indulge myself. I'm not into indulgence of that kind at the moment. So we left and walked home and "the sky" etc. and once there I played old games on the pc for a bit and we listened to patrick wolf. So into that today. I was listening to Tiegemouth today and realised I missed Emmet.

Next morning I got up with david and we went and had a bit of a jaunt about town. Ran into Kate who had to go to my house and pick up her drugs. On the way we decided we'd cook. Kate looked a wonder in the kicthen stirring the pan and holding her joint. She's the only mother for my children. I must have my own custom Edina Monsoon. So we ate - it was ALL wonderful - and then? Then, ladies, gents, everyone, then I had... a night in.