tales from an ordinary world

2002-07-11b

I had the honour of a few quick beers before he wandered off, to return in a few weeks' time as a Changed Man. Afterwards I walked down Chapel St, stopping for a quick dinner somewhere newly familiar before making my way down to my tram stop on Dandenong Road. A very low-flying airliner balanced out the traffic noise with its own, red lights flashing as it banked to head southwards. The tram driver was overly jovial, singing the occasional a phrase or two as we made our own way south-east.

The evening seemed like one happy discovery after another - remastered/re-released versions of some of my favourite band's old albums, I found a new little bar behind where I ate dinner (somewhere to try later with a few friends, perhaps), and heard news that another band I liked was going to be in town tomorrow and on the weekend.