77 hours of Supanova; Day two (saturday) - Part 3

Back at Weber's house, i got changed. I wasn't expecting that it would be so humid, so the couple of jackets i packed were useless. i leant Weber the destroy robot tshirt he coverted so much and we were out. Weber wanted mexican, which is a cuisine i don't dig that much, but i was going to go along with it until i discovered i let my wallet at home. Cash was not a problem since i use a money clip but i don't like the idea of being without ID (just case they need to identify my body) or credit card (just in case i want to get some coke and hookers). Mexican was a bit pricey, so off to a cheap pizza place (after the selan weber cha cha) where i burnt the roof of my mouth on greasy but good pizza . That done we headed down to the fringe bar.

It was quiet but we slipped by the bouncer and the faux fur wearing door bitch. it seemed we were the first ones there so we grabbed beers and chairs. it was a cool place, open, nice furniture. it was at this point jase and kylie rocked up. We chatted, and wondered were everyone else was. On the friday night, we started talking about social gatherings, different people had said different things about closing times; pubs close at 11pm, at midnight, only seedy pubs close at 12. then we got the straight, once you leave after 3am you can't get let back in. Seemed reasonable.
through a window i spotted Ben Howard, and then a smattering of others, i mimed a leyton level 'come on' but they looked kind of blank. i left my fresh beer and popped my head out of said window.

'they're not letting in the azerath guys because they're wearing shorts"
'well have they got pants?"
"no"
"sigh"

fuck i hate dress codes when they apply to me.

I gave it a go, some mates are bouncers, i can go the bribe, sweet talk or beg.

"hey man, can you let my buddies in?"
"not in shorts, mate"
shit he called me mate, not good.
"we're all from out of town, cashed up.. "
"can't do it"
"there's a another 20 coming and we have an early morning tomorrow"
I shot an eye at the door bitch, the club was empty, i thought i could play the we'll fill up the place but leave before all your cool, regulars come in at 12. Nothing.
"even if my own brother came in shorts i wouldn't let him in"
try humour.
"yeah but your brother is no way as cool as us"
"no. don't ask me again"

well that was that. Back to the table, i spilled beans, we skulled drinks and moved on.
We gathered out front, Andy suggested Birdie Num Nums.
I shot out a "Andiamo ragazzi", ityle style.

Birdie nums nums was another cool spot. Actually it was cooler. nice open air deck out back. We grabbed beers and camped out table space.
Roll call;
Ben, karen, weber, andy, avi, kenny, jase, kylie, ryan, daniel, and some misc hanger ons, who i don't think i met.

Karen was all sexy man in comics again, which i had to put a stop to, "karen you are married you can't be talking about comic bachelor again, that's just weird", she replied asking why i had brought it up, again, 'that's not the point, hey look the pool table is open'

As always i cleaned up, well except for some weird rule if you pot the white on the black you lose, a rule i have never heard of, ever, in 20 years of playing. So i call bullshit and remain undefeated. We did a tequila shot, too which i felt guilt for after promising emma not to do shots (without her) after the last time i drank spirits sans emma. (don't ask but its folklore among friends and friends of friends locally - "oh you're that dude!")
the oztaku guys left early, they wanted to schmooze early (i believe that means perve on cosplayers waiting in line). We played a bit more. At 1030 it was time to go see the luckies, something i had kind of been hanging out all weekend to do.

We made our way to the trobadour, up the stairs, i was kind of worried that people had to pay $15 entry for a band they had never heard of, so i wan't surprised that the 8 remaining people and turned to 4; goodnight PC crew. It was only me, weber, jase and andy. ladybug transmitters were playing already, i spied Tali White, the lead singer from the lucksmiths two people down from me, "Has fred Astero, already played?" "yep" damn.
We got drinks and found a spot. Emma rang and with a finger in my ear i tried telling her the events of the day. because she was still feeling sick, she had gone to visit her parents, her parents hung out with her for an hour and then gone out. Mash. Saturday night, she's at her parents house - alone. Again, mash.

i made it back to the group and found some lovely lass was chatting to weber. Woohoo. We enjoyed the set and the 30 minute set break. We talked about the whole animators as comic professional things which was very interesting. The shit thing about Birdie num nums was they only had shit beer on tap; VB, fosters (i don't think they sell fosters in adelaide), Stella are all shit. Corano or heinieK, are fine for the odd drink but not for competitive chugging. Thankfully, the troub had Cooper's Pale Ale, best aussie beer ever (well second to sparkling ale but close enough).

And then the luckies performed. Thankfully, tali the singer was ok, so i didn't have to fill in for him. i shuffled towards the front and enjoyed the show. having seen them in Adelaide the week before (their second show of the tour) they had gotten really tight and the set was completely different. Well i bopped and swayed and had a great time, looking at cute girls. Afterwards, i went back to the guys to find Jase had disappeared - we all then made whipping sounds, weber asked if we are going to a S&M club because he knows a good one. on my way to take a slash, i ran into Mark, bass player, who recognised me, which was a massive buzz. we talked comics and the tour, he offerred to put my name on the door (i almost squealed) but played it cool, saying not to worry as we had plans to see jelly wrestling. I think i was tipsy by this point because i said 'I have three great loves, my girlfriend, comics and you guys but i'm prepared to let something new in, and that might be jelly wrestling". I think/hoped he laugh, we shook hands and then after collecting the others we were out.

After cha chaing, we decided we would acll it a night, it was ticking towards 1am, early, but good enough. Weber, was not drinking and growing tired. We did wait while Andy got a kebab. A goth on e started chatting to weber. she found out that weber and andy were animators and went all gaga. The conversation dwindled down and she flitted away, thankfully.
and we went. home.