tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-12

"On every street of this city
I heard you call my name."
The The

I bid my drinking companions farewell - "come and help do this and we'll have a beer across the road while we do it" had turned into five. It was a nice night to be alive, and I made my way across the busy road to the office, to collect my things. My head was buzzing and I noted the thought that if I was to suddenly slip under the path of a speeding car, at least things would be ending on a pretty high note, all things considered.

Morbidity wasn't on the agenda though, I had places to be. Through the happy fuzz I could barely hear the music on my headphones. The tram moved on, emptying most of its passengers at Flinders St. By the time we got to dinner I was sober, but still jovial.

The shiny happy people coming in to party, and the sad, tired ones making their way home after a week of work. The lights, the wheels, the overhead cabling. All of this makes Melbourne on a friday night.