Let's call today: 'Sunday, 8 October 2006'
pirategirl 
wrote in the notebook:
Disclaimer:
To anyone who saw me today: due to my attempt to rockstar-it-up last nite, my hair was still full of product today and isn't usually that boofy. Messy yes, boofy no.
 The Zep Boys
@ The Gov
Joe and I, along with 2 of his mates, headed out to release our inner bogans and break out the air guitars to the Zep Boys lastnite (or Zep Boy singular rather, since the singer is the only member from the original band).
Admittedly I'm not a huge fan of the sort of music they were covering, and I wasn't in a good state of mind for tackling crowds, but I enjoyed myself hanging in the beer garden with the lads and once even joining in to Stairway To Heaven, grateful to hear a song I actually knew the words to.
It was to be expected that there was a rather mixed crowd present. There was the Y Generation like myself, not really brought up on the music but there and enjoying it nonetheless, a small group of people that looked like they'd rather be somewhere else (there was a cute girl in front of me who fell into this category, she looked kinda sad and distracted and I found myself wondering why she was even there), and everyone else between the ages of 30 and 60+ wearing some.... extraordinary clothes.
Planet Bogan.
But ah well, I had fun. And it was nice to just hang out and cuddle Joe for a few hours if nothing else. During the evening Joe asked me when he gets to meet my mum. I don't him he doesn't.
He said he wants to. I don't him no, he doesn't.
The drive back from working in the riverland earlier that day was catching up to me so I didn't kick on with the rest of them, merely drove back home and stumbled into bed and slept like the dead.
Then woke up with the odd hair that I've been sporting today, worked on trying to fix a stupid webpage up for the Onkaparinga elections, caught up with Carly briefly, saw had dinner with Basil, watched some Idol with Basky-Carly, and had a nice kitty cuddle with Banjo which I don't think I've ever enjoyed for that long ever! Makes a nice change from Katie's cat who cosiders mauling as a sign of affection. Freaky abused RSPCA cat.
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