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Mar. 6th, 2006 02:13 pmThere is no better way to spend a weekend than in the company of friends. Huge thanks to all those who made a good weekend great - especially ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aeliel and jilavre. Years rush by, lives change, but the joy of spending time with those who understand is one thing that time can't take.
On Friday night, I headed out to Cabaret Nocturne. Managed to find a few sets that I felt like dancing to, although I'm still confused about the technique of playing a track well before the previous one finishes (at the same volume...) in order to find the right speed to mix in the next song. Surely that's meant to happen in the DJ's headphones, and not on the dancefloor? Like any club, good company made the night. I remain reluctant to head back to Cab Noc without a big group of friends to help fill the dancefloor, though... if nobody's dancing, you might as well save the door charge and head out to a bar. $10 for a night that dies before 4am just isn't worth it.
Wandered around the city after leaving the club, stopping in the Flagstaff Gardens for a while. Those gardens have malicious automated sprinklers... one jet is aimed directly at the seating, and it's hard work drying out by the pale glow of the streetlights. Played dodge-the-drunk-people, and then a rousing game of run-from-the-streetsweepers (why do they decide to drive the things along the footpath, right when two people are walking along it?) before seeingjilavre on to a tram. Got home about 7am, tired but happy.
On Sunday afternoonaeliel and I picked up jilavre, poi and firewater, before heading down to the Krishna temple in Middle Park. Huge crowd of people, good food, and close to the beach... not a bad way to start an evening. We dropped in to see fetnas on a whim, and ended up taking a look at pictures from the Overland hike and his trip to Furano. So much snow! One day, I should try getting up a mountain when it actually has snow on it. All I've done so far is seeing the stuff from a distance. After that, we headed up to Carlton (answering the siren call of the gelati shop), and over to the Carlton Gardens.
It's been so long since I spun my firesticks. I pried the charred skeletons of sparklers from their wicks, leftovers from NYE 2005. It's even longer since I dipped the wicks and lit them up.aeliel played with poi for the first time, learning how to weave and butterfly. jilavre did all sorts of cool things with a burning set of poi, despite protesting that she could only do a handful of moves. I played with a pair of staves to limber up my arms, and ended up remembering single-stick moves that I'd completely forgotten about. I've now officially sworn off kerosene (don't do it, kids, it smells bad) and will be using paraffin (firewater) for the forseeable future. It's nice being able to store the sticks inside the house without filling the place with fumes.
Day and night may be boundaries I can blur, but weekend and weekday are beyond my influence. The weekend recedes, replaced by the harsh light of the "real" world. As my friends slide back into their working regime, I step sideways into study - not free, but not so strongly bound.
In other weekend news: come to Golgotha next Sunday, March 12th. Sleeping, waking, day and night... these have no meaning on the weekend of a public holiday. Keep that weekend spirit alive!
aeliel and jilavre. Years rush by, lives change, but the joy of spending time with those who understand is one thing that time can't take.On Friday night, I headed out to Cabaret Nocturne. Managed to find a few sets that I felt like dancing to, although I'm still confused about the technique of playing a track well before the previous one finishes (at the same volume...) in order to find the right speed to mix in the next song. Surely that's meant to happen in the DJ's headphones, and not on the dancefloor? Like any club, good company made the night. I remain reluctant to head back to Cab Noc without a big group of friends to help fill the dancefloor, though... if nobody's dancing, you might as well save the door charge and head out to a bar. $10 for a night that dies before 4am just isn't worth it.
Wandered around the city after leaving the club, stopping in the Flagstaff Gardens for a while. Those gardens have malicious automated sprinklers... one jet is aimed directly at the seating, and it's hard work drying out by the pale glow of the streetlights. Played dodge-the-drunk-people, and then a rousing game of run-from-the-streetsweepers (why do they decide to drive the things along the footpath, right when two people are walking along it?) before seeing
jilavre on to a tram. Got home about 7am, tired but happy.On Sunday afternoon
aeliel and I picked up jilavre, poi and firewater, before heading down to the Krishna temple in Middle Park. Huge crowd of people, good food, and close to the beach... not a bad way to start an evening. We dropped in to see fetnas on a whim, and ended up taking a look at pictures from the Overland hike and his trip to Furano. So much snow! One day, I should try getting up a mountain when it actually has snow on it. All I've done so far is seeing the stuff from a distance. After that, we headed up to Carlton (answering the siren call of the gelati shop), and over to the Carlton Gardens.It's been so long since I spun my firesticks. I pried the charred skeletons of sparklers from their wicks, leftovers from NYE 2005. It's even longer since I dipped the wicks and lit them up.
aeliel played with poi for the first time, learning how to weave and butterfly. jilavre did all sorts of cool things with a burning set of poi, despite protesting that she could only do a handful of moves. I played with a pair of staves to limber up my arms, and ended up remembering single-stick moves that I'd completely forgotten about. I've now officially sworn off kerosene (don't do it, kids, it smells bad) and will be using paraffin (firewater) for the forseeable future. It's nice being able to store the sticks inside the house without filling the place with fumes.Day and night may be boundaries I can blur, but weekend and weekday are beyond my influence. The weekend recedes, replaced by the harsh light of the "real" world. As my friends slide back into their working regime, I step sideways into study - not free, but not so strongly bound.
In other weekend news: come to Golgotha next Sunday, March 12th. Sleeping, waking, day and night... these have no meaning on the weekend of a public holiday. Keep that weekend spirit alive!
