December 10th, 2006


Last night, for the first time, I seriously considered moving to London.

I am Not Happy about what has happened to Phoenix-that-then-became-Stage-and-is-now-Imerst. I have no problem that it's a gay venue, but did it have to be the kind of gay venue that plays really bad house-ified cheesy pop and has all the sleaze of Pound without the entertainment value? The best bit about Imerst is Ricky the bartender who is hot as hell and urbanely complimentary. And his unshaven sidekick was Perving Mightily at Happy, who is indeed perv-worthy. (Question for the Experts-Who-Read-This - is it a guy thing, or is it a kiwi thing, or is it a me thing - the complete lack of subtlety in the way guys try to pick each other up?) But the music! *dies* What a waste of the best dancefloor in town. ;-/

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And the sun came up on us again. Which is probably a good thing, considering that for me yesterday involved shearing 50 sheep and dagging another 50 and then dancing and more dancing. pombagira lasted the distance too. My legs are singing to me a little today, and sooner or later you just have to stop and rest. Damnitall. Call it escapism or whatever else you like, I am happiest when my body hurts from having done a lot of exercise. Me after three days locked up in rooms at the conference = annoyingly bouncy and sarcastic with frustration. Also angry and emotional. Wondering if it's toxin buildup due to not sweating, or whether my metabolism that goes 300mph all the time, just has some kind of rebellion when the heartrate doesn't get increased regularly.

It may not get increased much today. Just saying.

Oh yeah, while I'm being egocentric, tell me what you think of me. *checks that egocentric isn't a choice*