crash palace/the men's gallery/love machine

so i just got home from 16 hours of partying, 3 of which was spent in the cloak room being a cloak boy. the cloak room was much fun. hanging around suzy, adam and daniel was great fun.

the actual party was great, we all went and did our thing, but always gravitated back to the same spot at the same time. music was good. i was especially surprised i really enjoyed the trance room.

at the end of the party at 7pm we helped out with the cloak room again, just so everyone could
get their arses out of the joint.

headed back to daniels for some dinner, then headed to the afterparty. the crowd seemed a bit incongruent with the venue. think trashy. think love machine. i dont think love machine has ever opened their doors to so many shirtless boys wearing hotpants. at first the music was doing my head in. found myself bored and checking out hot chicks, while laughing with daniel at the puzzled chicks thinking "why are there so many topless guys? and why are they kissing?".

so the rest of the gang rocked up and the party got started. hot bartender. i kept on checking her out and i think she realised. whoops. had a random blonde girl say i looked like her cute doctor. same hair style and face. unfortunately my hairstyle wasn't intentional as lately i've been scrounging for cash. 6 hours later i was saying my goodbyes and we headed back to greville st.

all in all, an awesome day/night out spent with like-minded people...

get me outta here

so. last night. alone in this house with the other two housemates. it was hell. i felt alone. i'm the only one left on this side of the city. i spent my time online but no one else was.

i went to safeway to get some food for myself. pasta salad and coleslaw. my usual cant-be-fucked solution for dinner. came home and fell asleep.

shit day at work. glad its over.

went to look at a few properties, a couple in tribeca and one in prahran. the tribeca ones reminded me why i didn't move there in the first place. way too small and cramped. two bedroom apartments are only really suited for one person. the place in prahran was beautiful. old victorian house. freshly painted with huge rooms. huge backyard and two car parks. the owner lives next door and maintains the house himself. colour scheme is a bit off, but i can live with that. only problem is, its three bedrooms and too expensive for two people to rent.

sigh. i need to move out. spending time at greville st this evening made me realise i need to be around friends. i need to be across the river...or at least closer to my friends. tribeca's location is great, but still a bit far.

Kanpai!

so today was hell. i was stressed with all the work i had due, a patient to start tmrw, a plan to be signed off tmrw, two patients to start on monday. with my day off being thursday, that didn't leave me much time to get everything sorted.

today things were a mess. everyone had their own shit to deal with , CTs were disorganised and people were just too tired to care. doctors were fed up with the radiation therapists, and we were fed up with the doctors. it came down to petty little games of "well, i'm not going to do this, they can just wait!"

relief came when i visited anna. i brought her flowers and it was nice to sit down and chat to someone totally not work-related. it was only brief but it meant a lot to me, probably more for me than for her.

when the day finally ended, i rejoiced. i ran to the car, jumped in the back and tried to get changed. its hard enough cramming my arse into my raw denim jeans when im standing up let alone when im in the backseat of my car. drove out of there and found myself racing to scotty, daniel and jeremy's place. unintentionally, i managed to get there in record time considering the time of day. looking like shit after a hard day's work, i was so nervous at meeting all the new people. but once inside i felt at ease.

the food was amazing. watching scotty and his friend cook up a storm in their small kitchen made me laugh, realising that i am insanely controlling when i'm cooking in the kitchen and never let anyone touch ANYTHING. from gyoza to okonomiyaki and kara-age everything was beautifully presented and tasted great. i loved just sitting there listening to the music and chatting with people. we stayed up drinking lovely tea laced with vanilla, roses and other fragrant ingredients. i think the first thing i'll buy when i move out is a tea pot.

daniel: chalks needs a breathalyser before posting on his blog.

i laughed because its true...