I think I just fumbled another roll.
Jan. 11th, 2004 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingIn the DnD game of life, my most recent quest was to see Reel Big Fish play. And every single fucking roll has come up critical failure.
Originally, they announced no Melbourne dates. So I planned on taking a little side-jaunt while my family and I were coincidentally in New South Wales. Convenient, eh? Considering we would be some way down the coast, I thought that I'd bring my car, and a friend, up with me. I'd set a day aside, or something. I broach the subject with Mickey--at the Boxing Day Picnic, I think it may have been--and he was enthusiastic about the idea. Maybe we could even spend some time in Sydney while we're there, he suggests. So, I had my friend, and everything was set.
Some stage later, Mother tells me that I need to confirm with Mickey, so we can arrange for hotels and sleeping arrangements and so forth. I wave her concerns away with an airy hand, convinced that I have it all in hand. I speak to Mickey.
He doesn't remember the original proposition, and can't come anyway, he says. Work commitments.
Fuck, I think. But that's okay, right? Because RBF have since announced a Melbourne tour date, for January 11. This is great! When I had been planning to take the car, I was going to drive Nyssa back after a week (the ninth, one would assume, as we were leaving on the second). Change of plans now, we'd just catch a plane back on the ninth! Two days before the concert!
Only problem is, at some stage during the two weeks prior to our leaving, when I'm insanely busy and never home, Dad books our plane tickets back. On the eleventh. I don't even get into Melbourne Airport until 6.30. It's pretty damn unlikely that I'm going to get into Melbourne anytime earlier than 7 to 7.30. But that's still (kinda) okay. I'll hope and wish a bit, and have a friend meet me at Spencer St Station so I can dump my luggage in their car, and we'll go straight there. It's only in the HiFi bar, that's really close.
By now, my leaving time is almost upon me, and I've made no preparations such as booking a ticket. On the RBF website, details are still "to be announced", and the Triple J gig guide doesn't list the Melbourne show at all yet. That's okay, though. Tych, who agrees to meet me at Spencer, says he'll look into the tickets for me. I leave.
The sevenish days I spend there are an utter blur, wherein I rarely think of Melbourne. One night I dream that I've come straight home, and forgotten to go to RBF. Saturday the tenth mugs me from behind, leaving me reeling. I didn't expect it so soon, and I haven't yet contacted Tych to confirm anything. I text him that evening, just before I go to bed.
He hasn't checked the tickets.
But that's okay, because he can do it on Sunday. Hopefully they'll still be tickets left!
Sunday comes. Tych has found out the time of the concert. I spend three hours on a train going in to Sydney, then another quarter hour or so on the train to Sydney Airport. I call Tych to find out the status with the tickets.
They're sold out.
Pox-eaten whore on one leg.
Once again, I have totally failed to see Reel Big Fish live. I don't fucking believe it.
(I should probably confess at this point that I have never played Dungeons and Dragons, but I did read bits from the Third Ed rule booky thing once.)
In more chirpy news, I am attempting to read my friends list. Hahaha. I have yet to find the end, and I'm reading it on a filter. One that's not quite as stringent as it could be perhaps, but nonetheless a filter. I'm on skip 350 and I have not yet found the end. Ahaha.
I also took a whole lot of photos these holidays, mostly of trees and things. I have about five photos of the people with us (my adoptive cousins). I guess I'm just not much of a one for people photos. I have some stunning photos of greenery, though. The last photo in particular. I'm insanely proud of that one. I'm also quite proud of the photo I took at the station where we caught our Sydney train.
My hair has totally lost its colour. All the dye has leached out, except for the teensiest remnant of the purple at the front. my hair is a kind of strawberry blonde in the good bits. Also, I have about a centimetre of brown roots. Ick. Unfortunately had no time to fix it before I left. I may do it tonight, but I'm frankly rawther tired. I've been going to bed at eleven-thirty recently. For some reason, my damn hair has also decided to go straight on me. As I have fine (a polite way of saying "thin", I think) hair, this looks crap. As if I'm recovering from radiation therapy. I kept my hat on all day today.
[ETA: Dad has taken his beard trimmer with him, the one I use to even up the back of my hair. *growls* I need one of my own.]
[ETAAgain: I cannot cope. Off to Mordor. I'm sure you have great LJ entries, but seriously. I have the headache from hell about to take down my good mood like a leopard takes down a gazelle. Or whichever antelope of its fancy and habitat.]
Originally, they announced no Melbourne dates. So I planned on taking a little side-jaunt while my family and I were coincidentally in New South Wales. Convenient, eh? Considering we would be some way down the coast, I thought that I'd bring my car, and a friend, up with me. I'd set a day aside, or something. I broach the subject with Mickey--at the Boxing Day Picnic, I think it may have been--and he was enthusiastic about the idea. Maybe we could even spend some time in Sydney while we're there, he suggests. So, I had my friend, and everything was set.
Some stage later, Mother tells me that I need to confirm with Mickey, so we can arrange for hotels and sleeping arrangements and so forth. I wave her concerns away with an airy hand, convinced that I have it all in hand. I speak to Mickey.
He doesn't remember the original proposition, and can't come anyway, he says. Work commitments.
Fuck, I think. But that's okay, right? Because RBF have since announced a Melbourne tour date, for January 11. This is great! When I had been planning to take the car, I was going to drive Nyssa back after a week (the ninth, one would assume, as we were leaving on the second). Change of plans now, we'd just catch a plane back on the ninth! Two days before the concert!
Only problem is, at some stage during the two weeks prior to our leaving, when I'm insanely busy and never home, Dad books our plane tickets back. On the eleventh. I don't even get into Melbourne Airport until 6.30. It's pretty damn unlikely that I'm going to get into Melbourne anytime earlier than 7 to 7.30. But that's still (kinda) okay. I'll hope and wish a bit, and have a friend meet me at Spencer St Station so I can dump my luggage in their car, and we'll go straight there. It's only in the HiFi bar, that's really close.
By now, my leaving time is almost upon me, and I've made no preparations such as booking a ticket. On the RBF website, details are still "to be announced", and the Triple J gig guide doesn't list the Melbourne show at all yet. That's okay, though. Tych, who agrees to meet me at Spencer, says he'll look into the tickets for me. I leave.
The sevenish days I spend there are an utter blur, wherein I rarely think of Melbourne. One night I dream that I've come straight home, and forgotten to go to RBF. Saturday the tenth mugs me from behind, leaving me reeling. I didn't expect it so soon, and I haven't yet contacted Tych to confirm anything. I text him that evening, just before I go to bed.
He hasn't checked the tickets.
But that's okay, because he can do it on Sunday. Hopefully they'll still be tickets left!
Sunday comes. Tych has found out the time of the concert. I spend three hours on a train going in to Sydney, then another quarter hour or so on the train to Sydney Airport. I call Tych to find out the status with the tickets.
They're sold out.
Pox-eaten whore on one leg.
Once again, I have totally failed to see Reel Big Fish live. I don't fucking believe it.
(I should probably confess at this point that I have never played Dungeons and Dragons, but I did read bits from the Third Ed rule booky thing once.)
In more chirpy news, I am attempting to read my friends list. Hahaha. I have yet to find the end, and I'm reading it on a filter. One that's not quite as stringent as it could be perhaps, but nonetheless a filter. I'm on skip 350 and I have not yet found the end. Ahaha.
I also took a whole lot of photos these holidays, mostly of trees and things. I have about five photos of the people with us (my adoptive cousins). I guess I'm just not much of a one for people photos. I have some stunning photos of greenery, though. The last photo in particular. I'm insanely proud of that one. I'm also quite proud of the photo I took at the station where we caught our Sydney train.
My hair has totally lost its colour. All the dye has leached out, except for the teensiest remnant of the purple at the front. my hair is a kind of strawberry blonde in the good bits. Also, I have about a centimetre of brown roots. Ick. Unfortunately had no time to fix it before I left. I may do it tonight, but I'm frankly rawther tired. I've been going to bed at eleven-thirty recently. For some reason, my damn hair has also decided to go straight on me. As I have fine (a polite way of saying "thin", I think) hair, this looks crap. As if I'm recovering from radiation therapy. I kept my hat on all day today.
[ETA: Dad has taken his beard trimmer with him, the one I use to even up the back of my hair. *growls* I need one of my own.]
[ETAAgain: I cannot cope. Off to Mordor. I'm sure you have great LJ entries, but seriously. I have the headache from hell about to take down my good mood like a leopard takes down a gazelle. Or whichever antelope of its fancy and habitat.]
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Date: 2004-01-11 03:46 am (UTC)see you tomorrow!
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Date: 2004-01-11 03:50 am (UTC)Probably. Assuming I'm feeling less exhausted than I am now...
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Date: 2004-01-11 08:14 am (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/billradish/381878.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/billradish/381354.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/billradish/376411.html
And writing...
http://www.livejournal.com/community/drabblemania/26795.html
http://www.livejournal.com/community/radish_writes/14117.html
(more writing...you may have seen these? not sure when you stopped reading...and I'm stealing them off a post I left for someone else *halo*)
http://www.livejournal.com/community/drabblemania/20479.html
http://www.livejournal.com/community/drabblemania/20031.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/billradish/365127.html
*eyes links* ...yeah, I'm probably not helping. *grin* But you don't have to read them if you don't want. But if you read just these and nothing else in my journal, you won't be missing a thing.
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Date: 2004-01-11 08:52 am (UTC)Welcome home, I've missed your posts. :)
Posts of importance? Hmmm... I've got some Cthulhu scenario stuff up...
Sleep well. Rest up. See you around. :)
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