tales from an ordinary world

2001-08-31

Empty days are made of this. Late lunch spent talking about nothing in particular, nodding hello to all the staff who see us tucked away in the corner. Catching up on a few random old friends' journals that I don't read regularly (sometimes it's good to keep a respectful distance from people). Listening to some Elvis songs that a friend brought in.

...which reminds me of new year's eve 1997, when we saw the last ever (so far) Blackeyed Susans New Year's Eve Elvis gig. Dinner in Bridge Road, tram back to the riverside in the city, to sit around and watch the goings on for a while. Some guy came past and told us how he'd had enough, and was going to jump off the bridge and into the river later that night. Tram back to Richmond, the Corner Hotel, Rob Snarski in gold suit, a hunka hunka burnin' love. It was good, although I was busy feeling particularly awkward - especially when midnight struck. But the past should remain such.