back to basics

i'm back in ballarat - or stinktown. it's just like i remembered it. cold, boring and very simple. nothing against stinktown, but i always feel like i've gone through some kind of portal and travelled back in time. somewhere between bacchus marsh and ballan the time continuum slipped and yaz is still number one on the charts, clear cola is all the rage and the equality movement is still just a pipedream. i honestly think if they could, they'd take the vote away from women and burn 'the gays' and 'coloureds' on a burning cross for sunday afternoon entertainment. it's not all bad though, i've just spent a couple of days with an old friend of mine who i've missed incredibly while living in melbourne. i think if i was to ever get arrested, she'd be chained up beside me and we'd both be drunk and giggling.

my last few nights in melbourne were a blur. almost a full 24 hours of hazy remembered stupidity, or to be more specific - 5 clubs, 1 house party, alot of alcohol, too many cabs and soooo many photos of friends, strangers and things i'm better of not remembering. needless to say, it was a crazy night and i think i'm happy that these nights don't come by too often.

the move to stinktown wasn't as bad as i expected, i moved on a monday and since my goodbye festivities happened on a friday/saturday i was mostly recovered. unlike poor irish pete, who ended up coming home early from work on monday still feeling slightly less than normal. that poor boy, he's definitely better of with me gone for his last month or so in australia. i'm what would be called his enabler. i'm just a boy who can't say no, so is he and together it's a whole world of hangover, booze and sundays trying to piece together what the hell just happened.