I got home from work pretty tired and resigned myself to the fact I was not going to see Tiddabades tonight at Wunderbar. I do really miss having a car for being able to get odd places without relying on the kindness of others.
I was in my room starting to listen to The Eels “Blinking Lights and other revelations”. Which contains a couple of my favourite Eels songs. Tired, and feeling a little jaded. Aside from the news of Laneway festival in Auckland on Feb 1st. It had been a dull day.
David arrived home and came into my room. He flicked through my book of Edgar Allan Poe works, while perched on the end of my bed. We chatted about our days. I complained about a girl interrupting me in Cathedral square to inform me of World Vegetarian Day three times while I was reading a book on my lunch break.
We heard the back door open, and David called out, He knew it was Eamonn. So of course, Eamonn came and joined us. Eamonn was determined we have a percussion party on my bed and started tapping on objects. David and I unaware what he was instigating carried on with our reading. Then Melinda arrived home too. She settled herself at the foot of the bed. David suggested we perhaps go have a dinner somewhere to celebrate World Vegetarian Day. I agreed, but only if it was acknowledged that the pushy girl I met at lunchtime had no impact on this decision, when clearly it did.
Eamonn started with his percussion again, this time, we all joined in. It somehow ended in the 4 of us chorusing “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.”.
This also happened, but at some point before the singing.
We walked to The Square, deciding on arrival that Lotus Heart was quite an expensive dinner option, so it was agreed that Govinda’s would be our destination.
We had massive meals there. It was really quite excellent value for money.
That burger and salad was $7.50. Overall the company of my flatmates was really enjoyable. We had made a lot of jokes along the way some of which had put Melinda and I into hysterics. Almost embarrassing how funny we found some things actually.
During dinner it became apparent that my favourite shoes, The spiderman sneakers purchased prior to
Rhythm and Vines had finally met their end. There were some endless hole and shoe related jokes. We walked to the supermarket, the whole way, I kept commenting how I am determined to find myself another pair of the same shoes.
Here is a picture from our trip to the supermarket:
We took the shuttle home after finding a wallet on the side of the road. There was a lot of discussion as to the best place to take it to find the owner. The first idea was to try and find him in the phone book or on the Internet. Turns out the only Internet result we could find led us to Out Of Kilter. Hah.
I went online right away to also look for where one would acquire a new pair of Spiderman shoes.
(Fran’s sad face)
But anyway, here is something pretty awesome. If you may recall, I’m not actually sure I wrote anything about it here, maybe over at the Log Cabin Blog., Crackhouse and Tommy Ill came to play some shows we put on for them, including in David’s bedroom… well here is Mr. Ill’s new video. Its very cool.
Tommy Ill – Come Home Mr. Ill from Brian Hainsworth on Vimeo.