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sarah - a review ...of sorts

ok, let me start by saying that only Sarah Blasko can make those flicking motions with her fingers from her face and the robot-esque dancing and bouncing on stage look that cute. she was feelin the beat, she's likes her own stuff. good girl.

so Carly, Ember and i went to Fowlers on friday night to see the divine miss blasko. i hadnt slept more than 30mins or so since the night before so i was a bit tired and grumpy and still sick - so i probly didnt enjoy it as much as i could have.

i was snappy at everyone and the support bands - 78 Saab and Straight to Video - were pretty good but i was starting to get to the stage of saying 'come on, just bring her out so i can go home.'

ember admitted to feeling the same.

carly met up with her friends which was good cos i didnt want to keep grumping and ruining eveyone else's night. ember went to find a friend that was outside and the others were talking about things i didnt know and i could barely hear them and there was no where to sit and my head was hurting and i thought fuck this and left.

i went outside and breathed some fresh non-smoker air. then i discovered i was really really really hungry since we were too late to go through with our plan of getting dinner before the gig. so i messaged ember asking where she was, before walking down north terrace to hunt and gather consumable goods.

i sat in relative warmth and just chilled on my own for a while, grateful of the space, when ember messaged me saying she was back. i headed back and bumped into her outside. the sign said sarah wasnt going to be on til 11:30 or something, so we sat outside and found a quiet spot and smoked things and chatted - well ok, she smoked and i chatted - never really dropping the scottish accent we acquire when speaking to each other in public.

anyway when it got too cold when ventured back inside and found a table upstairs to continue our banter - tho somewhat marred by the noise once again. i had to focus on her lips as she spoke so i could read rather than hear what she was saying.

finally, long story short, we herded into the main stage area and sarah came out, and she was her typically mysteriously beautiful self. whenever i could peer past shoulders and heads and hair with way too much product in it, my gaze was also often drawn to the other cute girl in the band.

i liked sarah's dancing and the way her eyes are so adorably spidery in their magic - sorry, thats my favourite thing about her :P - but i also liked this blonde girl on keyboards and backing vocals and sometimes guitar - i cant find her name anywhere :( but anyway, everytime she smiled her dimples showed.

mmmmmmm i've always been a sucker for dimples.

the space of Fowlers is so close and intimate, it added to my longing to reach out and touch these two beautiful people.

the longing to reach out however soon died when the girl standing directly in front of me doubled over and puked right there on the floor before slumping to the ground. someone caught her and a few people helped her stumble out.

not long after that my line of sight was slowly being closed my the crowd in front of me and my back was screaming at me for standing so long, so we went out into the bar area and listened from there.

in this part Ember and i were charming these two rather yummy looking lads who were 'accidently' bumping us. they were cute. we left it at that.

i could tell that carly's crowd was at some stage near where the stream of lights came down because every now and then a flare of RED RED RED hair flashed in the corner of my eye. and when i looked i saw them talkin, it then dawned on me that somehow we'll needa all re-unite to see who's taking who home.

when the gig was over, sarah having pleased the crowds with an encore, we were herded with the throng of people out the doors and waited for carly and her friends Sharyn and Kirsty, and a boy we weren't introduced to who i'm guessing was either Kent or James. Having met Kirsty for the first time, from what i remember of her, she seemed nice, and Sharyn was her cute self too, slightly more with child than when i saw her last so that i had to wave twice when i greeted her, once for her and once for junior.

carly suggested we all get coffee, i suggested food too, but ember said she was tired, which i was feeling too. so, me being driver and carly saying she'll get a lift with Sharyn, I took Ember back to the south.

On the way we stopped at subway, had an argument over which beverage to have, marvelled at the wonder of Hungry Jacks lights all turning off at once, and re-wrote The Beatles' 'Let It Be'... as a result i think i'm going to hell, as i'm sure that making songs about the mother mary flashing her boobs and saying 'nibble me' would not rate high on the list of saintly things to do before vicki dies.

when i got home at 1:30am or so i changed into my PJs when Ember called me asking for a jumpstart at the servo down the road. Finding that the problem wasnt her battery, we sat in my car and waited til about 3 for an RAA man to come... busying ourselves by more sacrilege acts like replacing the name Jesus for 'Jane' (our posie-lady at work) in common phrases, and writing them in the steam on my windows:
"Jane loves you" "Jane doesn't love you, she's just using you for sex" "I believe in Jane" "Jane died for your sins" "oh Jane Mary and Joseph!!"

When i could finally crawl into bed, i put on a video to have on in the background and set the Sleep timer on my TV.

I dont think i heard more than 15mins of the film.
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