this whole time i though screeching "tits out for the boys" with that giggling-lolita tone was a macrob thing to be done around MHS boyz.
apparently i was everso naive. i heard it a least twice at steve and nicks (or sticks) 18th. the whole world, topsy-turby.

it wasn't that it was a bad party, in actual fact it would have been quite festive. the only downfall was it was really cold and i was the only one not from FC. left at about nine. they live in the street next to my mother house, but no, i walked back to the flat. samuel escorted me. and we ate hummous and flatbread.

and then i went to sleep and he left to return to the party. he was gone for six minutes. apparently there was a group of teenagers throwing a party and apparently they were intimidating and apparently samuel ran straight back to the flat and locked the door firmly behind him. and then we watched chomsky.

such is life. had its ups, had its down. such is life (many a joke from that line will enshrew the next few days).

drove up with nick's friend jack, who happens to reside at the other end of samuel's street - though nick only kne how to reach there from west footscray station. i had a tent, being the well prepared cubscout that i am, the only problem was that the actual tent part was missing (we had the fly, the pegs, the skeletel system and all the bags).

i did quite enjoy vae victis (note: noor, latin?), the eclectic bunch that they are. they enounciate properly, they all play their instuments well and the guitarist looks like he collects model trains and knows alot about computers.

missed pisschrist and the finnish band, as it was raining and everything was getting relativly wet. and minimal amounts of the equipment were working so we figured better to go to the warm sleeper (samuel had been up and working since four; and i was kept awake thinking about land-locked countries - damn you azerbaijian) as we had been waiting for about an hour in the rain already, and it wasn't looking like anything was going to happen - all the character who seemed to know anything about what was going on were far too drunk.

the downsides were more fucking annoying than anything else. the food was not too well organised, or salted, and came out only twice, once at 6ish again at 10ism. we missed the first round and by the time the second round came everyone who had missed the first (quite a number of people) were quite peckish as you can image. i remember running/skipping with nick while yelling samuel over. the transport wasn't great either. the place was 12km from a concrete road. no public transport only a packed shuttle bus. the shuttle bus driver had broken/fractured a rib and was not fulfilling his position as shuttle bus driver. needless to say, we were stranded. we waited by the gate for about 3-4hours. the guy from missing link had two spare seats in his car and didn't offer us a lift, he merely waved at us. i was annoyed. eventually two girls picked us up (and one of them was half-asian with a pixie fringe). eventually we got back to melbourne. i got home at 6.

lentil as anything
freaking business hippies. so we went to lentil it up. seven of us: kham, samuel, elsher, milan, chris, nick and hudson (ie. we looked like a bunch of dero-kids) . we each ordered individually instead of the usual curry platter for (insert number of people). we gave them about fifty dollars, mostly in $2 coins as at the time a handful of as did not have that much disposable income. seven meals, fifty dollars, about seven dollars per meal. five of them would have been tofu burgers (the other two were curries), and TOFU does a tofu burger for about six dollars.

so we left. about ten metres from the store the guy comes after us; yelling something to the nature of,
"you didn't pay us enough, two $10 notes and a couple of coins! you ordered eight or nine meals" (lentil man)
"we can give more money if you want" (a number of us)
"did you count the coins, they were all $2 coins, there was about fifty dollars in there" (milan)
"nine meals, those were organic meals, it's not enough, you haven't all paid" (lentil man)
"we can give more money if you want" (a number of us)
"we come here all the time and usually pay alot more, we just don't have alot of money right now" (elsher)
"one of you hasn't paid; you, how much did you pay [pointing at someone]" (lentil man, then continues to ask everyone what they paid"
"we can give more money if you want" (a number of us)
"i don't want more money" (lentil man, storms off)

1. he was rude as all hell
2. he didn't bother to count the money or the number of meals before yelling at us
3. we offered him more money
4. 'pay what you feel' - enough said, tofu does vegan organic food cheaper and inner-city, don't advertise yourself as pay what you feel if your just going to harass them when they don't 'feel' what you want them to 'feel'

it's such a pity because usually we're really chummy with all the people working there and alot of them consider what we pay them reasonable.