All Good?

So much has happened. I will try and keep it brief, suspect I will fail though.

Basically I was dumped in Pine Bush, New York. Small town in the middle of no where. I wont get into details, but it was a bit of a shock to the system after at least three of the best weekends of partying in a row ever. Was staying with Richard, guy I met at Woodford folk festival over last New Years.

We drove to this festival called All Good. http://www.allgoodfestival.com/
I hadn’t heard of any of the bands. I was expecting something kinda small. It was huge though. More than 20 000 people. We got there on Thursday and left on Monday. It was the most drugged out festival I’ve ever been to. Never have I seen drugs sold or consumed more obviously. We had to walk down this street to get to the main stage. We called it crack alley. People were just standing on the side of the road yelling out the name of the drug that they were selling. Every second person was smoking weed or popping pills. On the walk back to the tent at night this street was lined with people with balloons of nitrus oxide, I’ve been told it’s just laughing gas, starves your brain of oxygen, real bad for you. Every prick was doing it at this festival. There were used balloons everywhere. So gross.

We were camped next to these two dudes, both early forties. They’ve been friends for ages, met in College. Once a year they make this pilgrimage to the All Good festival to take as many drugs as they can and party as hard as they can. They were actually really damn cool. Never have I met anyone who can party as hard. For the whole 4 days they got about 4 hours sleep and had two meals. They were taking pills, dropping tabs of acid, eating Marley (crushed Ecstasy?) snorting coke, drinking beer and who knows what else. One morning I was up and heard them playing Ween, so I came out to investigate. There they were sucking up some nitrus. They were surrounded by all these little canisters of the stuff and had an almost empty box of 50 canisters sitting next to them. Funny as hell.

At one point there was a few of sitting around drinking and talking. It got onto the topping of a lot of the world really disliking America. One girl said "They're probably just jealous". Man, I laughed so mother freakin' hard. I couldn't stop myself. I'm pretty sure she was damn offended. I just couldn't help myself.

Once that was over we drove towards Asheville, North Carolina. We mainly drove the scenic way, doubling our drive time, but seeing a lot of cool out of the way places. Can’t even remember where we were. Think we saw Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Virginia… not real sure. So here we are in Asheville, staying with Rich’s college friend. It’s this cool little town, full of artsy alternative types. Lots of live music and art galleries. All sorts of good things. I’m liking it.

Plans are: stay here for about a week, drink home brew, eat good food, see live music, hit up some art galleries and go Kayaking. From here we drive to Michigan, to the 10 000 lakes music festival http://www.10klf.com/. It seems way less druggy, more straight edge, bands I’ve heard of. Should be heaps good. Then back to Vancouver at the end of the month. YAY!

I wanted to add photos, but I'm on this old shitty computer that wont let me. Click on the flickr link on the right for photos.

America - Fuck Yeah!

Arrived in America safe. Haven't seen or done anything yet except meet Rich at airport, get driven to his place in Pine Bush, New York. I've slept, had something to eat and checked my facebook (all the important things).

Still not really sure where we're going or what we're doing. Sure it'll be ace though.

April - BFF - Lesbian Lover?

All my life I've been the kinda person who has a lot of friends, all really different types of people. I've been fairly good friends with a lot of people, but have never had a group of REALLY close friends, or someone who I could hang out with all the time, or whatever. I always noticed other people and their close friendships and just presumed I wasn't the kind of person who would ever have a super close friend... a best friend... or whatever.

I have been proven wrong! Thank you April! April is the coolest mother fucking chick ever. I've never spent this much time with anyone. We just get along so well. It's damn awesome. We're really different, but really the same. We always go to say the same thing, read each others minds, other soppy shit like that. It was a really damn sad day yesterday when I had to leave Vancouver. I'll be back... but I prob wont be living with April. So much sadness.

Apriil recently said that she went to the supermarket and one of the lady's who worked there asked her where her friend was (ME!). She said that everyone who worked at the supermarket knew when we were there. We were always singing, dancing around, being crude, loud and obnoxious (in a good way).

I just discovered recently that a friend of April and mine thought that we were lesbians. He said something like - you're always hanging out together, dancing together, linking arms walked around together... shit like that. When I told April this, she said that one of her friends had asked her if she was a lesbian, and if I was a lesbian. I'm really curious to know how many people thought we were lesbians. No wonder we hadn't been getting any boy action.

Party All The Time

Last weekend was the third weekend that April and I partied relatively hard. It was real worth it though.

Highlights:
- Critical Mass - big bike ride that happens on the last Friday of every month. Everyone congregates downtown at the art gallery and follows who knows who to all diff places around the city. There are shit loads of people who do it. We took over three different main bridges throughout the evening. Ended up in Stanley Park (where I worked teaching kids about trees) for an awesome ride through the forest. We stopped at English bay and watched the sun set. This was followed by an awesome all you can eat sushi meal. So good.

- Fish's Farewell. Fish is a friend of April's, and now a friend of mine. He had this crazy party at his house as he is leaving Vancouver. The highlight for this party was watching party do a handstand against the wall. He had seen April and I do it an make it look so effortless. Tried to do it himself and just sunk to the ground. Hilarious. Another highlight is April saying she'll take off her clothes and dance around if the DJ played Michael Jackson. This was at about 6/7am in the morning. Fish had requested chill out music, we wanted to keep dancing though. So on came Michael Jackson and off came the clothes. So it was her, Marty, myself dancing around in underwear. There were like 4 other people dancing fully clothed. Fun times. April went to the bathroom, so marty thought it would be a good idea to put on Aprils dress. So I put on his clothes. April was happily surprised and put my clothes on. Good damn times.

- After Fish's the three of us walked to Bons. Cheap breakfast joint for 3 dollar breakfast. Paid for it with money found at party. Spent the rest of the day falling asleep to flight of the concords.

- Evening BBQ. On same day as sleepy Concords we invited some people around for BBQ. While April was getting food ready Marty and I got outside organised. Marty is full of good ideas. We were setting up the futon couch outside and he suggested that we make a trail of rose petals from outside the kitchen where April was leading down the stairs to the backyard and ending up to to the couch where Marty and I were laying down in our underwear. Unfortunately some guests arrived before April discovered us, slightly embarrassing. We got them to go knock on the front door so April would see the trail of rose petals. She loved it.

- 200 flavoured ice cream. Curry, blue cheese, wasabi, all sorts of crazy shit. I opted for the more straight edge fruity flavours.

- Package from parents. Most awesome thing ever. It was kind of ill timed though. I pretty much hadn't had any sleep. The weekend kinda ended on Tuesday at 11:30am. Meaning I had half an hour to move everything out of my room for the new house mate to arrive. I got that done, and when she was moving her shit in with 3 other people the package arrived. I was feeling pretty emo... had to go hide out in the backyard to open it. Dad had made Anzac biscuits, mum sent me this really nice soft fabric shirt. There was all this strange candy (presumably Ben's idea), there was the Wagga News paper, and an Australian newspaper. The highlight though was this kids toy that records and warps voices. When I hit play there was this awesome message from Mum, Dad and Ben. Ben's was my fave. It was a string of swears that had been warped. There was also an Australian flag I had chosen not to take with me when I left Australia. I am glad to have it now though, gonna put it on the dash of the car when Rich and I drive around the states.

Naked cartwheels

Wow, what a mother freaking excellent weekend. One of the best ever I would say. Went to this festival – Burn in the forest/Entheos. Full of hippies and some of the worst music ever. Bad techno/trance/psy trance. The people and the atmosphere were just amazing though. Main highlights:

1) Getting naked and walking through freezing mother fucking glacial water to get on this sand bank. Softest sand I’ve ever felt. Sat around with these other naked people. Had a naked girl on girl hug. Did handstands and cartwheels. Performed a skit with a naked dude. Sat in a clump of about 6 naked people hugging. Did a waltz with a naked stranger. Had a running race. All naked. Before this weekend I’d never done the public nudity thing. I’d had the opportunity to a couple of times here at the nudie beach. It just seemed so pervy though, and there were so many damn people. This was really normal/perfect though. Forgot I was even naked. Felt damn good.

2) Cuddle puddles. The area of the festival where I was camping had this enormous tie dyed canvas tarp hooked up to some trees with some kind of alter and pillows underneath. I spent pretty much the entirety of Saturday night underneath this canvas in a cuddle puddle. A big group of people just lying down and hugging. It was so good. It got real hippy and everyone was telling everyone how much they loved each other. Hell funny. These hippies are softening my heart a little…

3) Dancing when the sun comes up. The cuddle puddle finished when the sun came up. We got up and hit up one of the stages. It was on the sand bank of the river, overlooking these amazing mountains covered in trees. One of them had a glacier and was all nice and snow covered. Real nice. Great dancing time goodness.

4) Tostadas. One of the food stalls sold these. So delicious.

5) Man wearing blue overalls carrying a knife and a watermelon walking towards us like he was completely insane. Scary. Shortly after we saw him walking around with his pierced penis showing through the fly of his pants.

6) Watching April cover two separate naked men in food. One in mustard, the other in almond milk. Hell funny.

7) The generosity, openness and general awesomeness of the people there. So many cool people here. Makes me really not wanna leave Vancouver to travel.

We had the best time at your party

It’s been a really long time since I’ve hosted a house party. The last event was a house warming at old Crisp Avenue, Brunswick to warm the house of Eliza and Kate. It was an amazing evening where many friends turned up who I hadn’t seen for ages. There was a great vibe the whole night and it ended up in a game of 500 till the sun came up. With this kind of event behind me I was nervous. It was freaking amazing though.


I invited pretty much everyone I know in Vancouver (about 10 people, HA). It began with chilled out afternoon chatting and boozing and reached its pinnacle when my mate Kevin’s Gypsy band Mezamazing cut loose their invigorating tunes. Everyone was up and dancing like a crazy. They finished playing and all who witnessed the event had a heart on fire. It was hard to know how to follow such an act, what music could I play that would come even close to being suitable afterwards.


I tried to teach everyone to do the heel-toe-polka. Bad move. Teaching a group of 7-10 year olds was a cinch compared to a group of about 20 drunk people. Everyone was so loud and uncooperative. At one staged I just yelled at everyone to “shut the fuck up”. Even that didn’t work. It was a total flop. Shortly after most of the party dispersed and it was some more chilled out dancing. The evening ended on another high when the final song was played. Ween – Your Party. It was on shuffle, I couldn’t have chosen better if I’d tried though.

I could say that you were pretty, that would make me a liar

Oh Jens, my hero, so dreamy. Again, another fantastic gig. First gig I’ve ever been to where I hadn’t and didn’t consume any alcohol. It made it a lot harder to tolerate inconsiderate tall people and people being rowdy. It really shits me when tall people decide to move directly in front of me in the middle of a show. Fair enough before the music starts, I’ll talk to you, or find a better spot… in the middle of the show though… c’mon, that’s bull shit. Be a little considerate. This particular tall guy (there were a few this evening) had really fairly annoying boisterous friends who were dancing like crazies as well. It was really off putting. One of them must have been high on ecstasy or something, he was dancing like a real freakin crazy, and Jens is so chilled and boppy, so miss matched. Boo, oh well, lucky they were obnoxious enough to push their way even further to the front away from me.


All up, great gig though, it wasn’t the same without Eliza and co though. Their company would have made it amazing! See photo from last time, where we got to chat to the Man himself:


Went Kayaking with April, Trina and Trina’s friend Liz last weekend in Deep Cove. It was freakin ace. Makes me wanna do more outside physical activities.


I was feeling real sick today and yesterday. I took some cold and flu before the Jens gig though. Man, that shit is good. I feel so damn awake and headache free now. But alas, I have work tomorrow morning… just take some night time ones and hope they send me to sleep…