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lemmingsWhat to say today? The challenge is over, life seems pointless, all of those powerful things.
This isn't entirely true; the challenge is over yes, but life does not seem pointless because of that.
The rest of Saturday was quite good, dinner with Mark's brother and girlfriend and after they left, a jaunt down to the Amplifier to see The Bullet Holes play. Very good boys - they are a bunch of my friends - but towards the end I started to feel tired and ill and so we left pretty soon after they played. I couldn't tell you if it was a mystery illness, gas or the many hideous outfits that were spilling into the streets or the awful comments many of said people were making generally. Nonetheless getting home was of great solace to me.
Sunday involved a sleep in and a number of chores that were made more bareable by the consumption of homemade pancakes dressed with a stolen lemon. I then got into my most girlie, sping time, handmade frock and we took off for Fremantle on our bikes. I have to say, for someone claiming to be the least girlie of girls, and watching Iron Man 2 in front of him, Mark's brother really must think I am insane because I wore two of the girliest dresses I own in front of him. Not the point.
We took the bikes to the train station and headed to Fremantle. I was going to the super awesome vintage market that was on that afternoon. That was my aim. Mark came for a very short amount of time and then went to see his bro. I don't blame him. I blame him a little. Well, it was his loss because there were some amazing shirts and sportscoats that I found later that he missed out on. For myself, I was a little bummed because I didn't get a handbag I wanted while trying to get money out, and a dress I wanted looked a bit wonky on me. I did in the end though, chat to some awesome girls and pick up a couple of sweet dresses and a belt and scarf.
Had dinner at Little Creatures, trained back to Perth and rode home. On the way there was a girl taking photos of a wall (I am not saying anything) who then freaked out when she saw me in my dress on my bike and took a photo of me. It's a strange felling.
It's now Wednesday, my law man duties are over and I am back working just for the Man. I have been riding in consistently and now it's raining we're going to have to reassess the business of getting home. Bike is still clicking like mad, but Mark suggested maybe getting new pedals so more on that when I make a decision.
In other bike news though, I found a video of a bicycle ballerina. It blew my mind so give that a google/youtube search - if I remember I will post the link here.
I also found out about the fremantle Tweed ride http://dismantle.org.au/ We are thinking of doing it. It looks pretty cool and we get to get frocked up for it. I think around that time there is also a vintage market on in Clarmont which I can post about here later. Ties in quite well. Bianca better get a prize for her awesome retro-ness. I got nothing in the sweeps for this challenge thing. Nothing! And now they are asking for blogs for their page? No. They won't even read them I bet.
Nothing in the way of Star Pin ups for a while until I get to the point of uploading the others to the previous posts. I have less time to do this stuff than I would like, but I shall persist.
This isn't entirely true; the challenge is over yes, but life does not seem pointless because of that.
The rest of Saturday was quite good, dinner with Mark's brother and girlfriend and after they left, a jaunt down to the Amplifier to see The Bullet Holes play. Very good boys - they are a bunch of my friends - but towards the end I started to feel tired and ill and so we left pretty soon after they played. I couldn't tell you if it was a mystery illness, gas or the many hideous outfits that were spilling into the streets or the awful comments many of said people were making generally. Nonetheless getting home was of great solace to me.
Sunday involved a sleep in and a number of chores that were made more bareable by the consumption of homemade pancakes dressed with a stolen lemon. I then got into my most girlie, sping time, handmade frock and we took off for Fremantle on our bikes. I have to say, for someone claiming to be the least girlie of girls, and watching Iron Man 2 in front of him, Mark's brother really must think I am insane because I wore two of the girliest dresses I own in front of him. Not the point.
We took the bikes to the train station and headed to Fremantle. I was going to the super awesome vintage market that was on that afternoon. That was my aim. Mark came for a very short amount of time and then went to see his bro. I don't blame him. I blame him a little. Well, it was his loss because there were some amazing shirts and sportscoats that I found later that he missed out on. For myself, I was a little bummed because I didn't get a handbag I wanted while trying to get money out, and a dress I wanted looked a bit wonky on me. I did in the end though, chat to some awesome girls and pick up a couple of sweet dresses and a belt and scarf.
Had dinner at Little Creatures, trained back to Perth and rode home. On the way there was a girl taking photos of a wall (I am not saying anything) who then freaked out when she saw me in my dress on my bike and took a photo of me. It's a strange felling.
It's now Wednesday, my law man duties are over and I am back working just for the Man. I have been riding in consistently and now it's raining we're going to have to reassess the business of getting home. Bike is still clicking like mad, but Mark suggested maybe getting new pedals so more on that when I make a decision.
In other bike news though, I found a video of a bicycle ballerina. It blew my mind so give that a google/youtube search - if I remember I will post the link here.
I also found out about the fremantle Tweed ride http://dismantle.org.au/ We are thinking of doing it. It looks pretty cool and we get to get frocked up for it. I think around that time there is also a vintage market on in Clarmont which I can post about here later. Ties in quite well. Bianca better get a prize for her awesome retro-ness. I got nothing in the sweeps for this challenge thing. Nothing! And now they are asking for blogs for their page? No. They won't even read them I bet.
Nothing in the way of Star Pin ups for a while until I get to the point of uploading the others to the previous posts. I have less time to do this stuff than I would like, but I shall persist.
