crystal castles.

Monday night was the wildest, most random, wonderful night of my life.

Caught the train to sydney.
Met more friends down there.
Star Bar had $3.50 so I had a few.
Saw Crystal Castles, it was amazing.
The Metro was packed. You honestly could not move.
It was insane.
When I figure out how to upload photos I will.
Went back with a friend to some random peoples house in Newtown.
Got sufficiently more off my face than I already was.
I spent the next day thinking to myself "what the fuck did I do last night?"
I know very well what I did.
I don't regret it.
Please note: Just to save my already failing grace I didnt have a blood orgy or a general pants round, roll on the ground orgy. I am afraid nothing as wicked as that happened.
I just managed to fry my brain in more ways than one.
Its not like these people were heaps seedy either, they weren't uncomfortable to be around, they were just genuine, honest people who loved to party and share experiences with other people. We chilled, mucked around and smoked about 4 packets of cigarettes between the 5 of us. It was fun.
It felt like one of those moments in movies were someone goes out and ends up at this party afterwards with people they dont know. Its just not as hectic as the movies were people get stabbed or raped after they take a cocktail of drugs and then shit hits the fan. It almost felt like a "Skins" moment. After all, we had seen Crystal Castles that night.
Then we left in the morning after not sleeping a wink. Waited for the bank to open. Got money. Caught train to Central Station and then to Newcastle again. I walked around all morning with one shoe off and my toe poking out the end of my stocking. People were looking at us funny. We thought they were funny.
I truely am thankful I met those people. Its weird to say. Yet I really am.
Slept on the train.
Home at 1.30pm.
Slept till 9pm.
One hell of a day.





Wont ever forget it though.