7:48 pm and I am wasting time before the Troubadour opens at 8 pm.
I think I found the place that I consumed the awesome tandorri chicken pizza the last time in company of a friend and it was a sad disappointment.
I also failed to conqueur the urge to get pissed on arrival and a bottle of yellowglen has hit the wastepaper basket in my hotel room.
I drifted over to Ric's after dinner and listened to a young lady with awesome hair for half an hour. She did a very nice rendition of Ric Bunga's "Sway" and a good Jewel - i forget the name of the song but I like it a lot. I liked her original songs as well. There was one song about one-sided love, but I am no good at hearing what people are singing and a bunch of her friends was sitting close and I lack the courage to go buy a CD.
I look anal with my hair pinned up and my heavy black framed glasses on, armoured in my grey cardigan over purple velvet short dress and black trousers. My usual terror of being in unfamiliar places riding my back, though blurred somewhat by the champagne.
Had fun shopping in lifeline stores. There was a store with emo/goth type clothes - a plethoria of bustias (sp?) and long lacey skirts. If only I had an obscene amount of money and 20 kg less of belly - sigh. If only my calves were slim enough to don those overly buckled boots.
Saw a young lady in Ric's Place (I think that's the name anyway, I could be wrong) wearing denim shorts and over the knee boots with a practical slit at the back to the back of the knee. Refrained from laughing out loud, though fear I smirked in an unladylike manner. Liked some of the paintings displayed. $140/190 ish I think. I am being strong like steel. I shall not buy.
I shall think of my Wombat-kitten whose birthday it is tomorrow and who has unfortunately come on full-heat just as I leave for my trip and whom will probably torture my poor neighbour with her involuntary and puzzled cries for something she doesn't understand. Poor kitty. She looked so out of control last night. I even got to pat her without shedding blood.
signing off in the hope that Troubadour has now opened and I can go to the bathroom.