tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-20

I walked up the street from work, and before long I was in that Other Land, where everybody's either wandering around with shopping bags, or trying to look the part. Around the corner and into the venue, the opening evening for some t-shirt exhibition. Almost everybody has a beer in their hand, and it's full of people. A familiar face, seen at a wedding last year, but I can't remember the name, and they wouldn't know me anyway. I move on, looking at the room of t-shirt designs, with turntablist at the end of the room, and then the other room with random artworks, background noise courtesy of some guy aimlessly strumming a distorted electric guitar in front of a huge amp with one of the t-shirt labels on it. My local heroes, SMC Evolve, did a good effort, if a little more restrained than some of the others, who had a fridge full of "wankuss"-labelled bottles, and all sorts. After about 5 or so minutes, the heat from so many bodies in one room was making me sweat, so I wandered out and off home.