So after a stressful week of co-worker meltdowns and recalitrant 'clients' and computer to owner harrassment, I went out and took Max's advice and drank to kill off the Rennie dreams. Glad that's over, though it now seems that bad dreams are plaguing her ...
Anyways, started out with the historians and ended up with B and P of the Wanganui adventure story. He's an old welly acquaintance so we seem to share a lot more common interests. Ended up seeing the Brunettes. A fine fine band, and many cardy wearers in attendance. Hurrah. They started out life as a retro laden duo - a kind of Carpenters thing with glockenspiels and cute melodies. Surprisingly now they are a swinging six piece, with all but Jonathon guitarist, songwriter and singer swapping instruments all night ... Is that something you should do with a clarinet?
It was nice to be a fan again; looking up on the stage with admiration and excitement. And the bar had gisborne gold on tap. I haven't drunk that beer in years. So nostalgia dressing has deepened into do other nostalgic activities. Perhaps I am having a mild midlife crisis ...
Anyways so Friday night was rocking, and yesterday I could do nothing. I attempted to get cheap fresh vegies from the farmer's market but got bored along the way. Tried shoe-shopping - a desperate joke, and came home and sat on the couch contemplating cleaning, working, tidying and achieved none of those things.
Today I woke early and wandered about, and am now realising that all the love I had for the world has evaporated as it does by this time every sunday and all my best laid plans, like those of humans and rodents, come to naught.
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