shit leads to shit

it was a miserably overcast windy morning when jonno and i decided we would go on a roadtrip. We set off in the car, without a destination in mind. first we stopped by a nearby shell servo and grabbed some supplies. as we were near the old keith house, we swung by and said hello. vince and mel were just about to set off on a roadtrip of their own.

as they actually had a destination in mind, jonno and i naturally decided their destination would become our own. we celebrated this decision with a cigarette outside the old people's homes. it was a good start.

we would meet at avoca around 2pm. prince was our soundtrack. little red corvette accompanied us as we sped past many 'window xp moments'. the landscape was gorgeous. the sun played hide and seek with the clouds. at our rendezvous we had lunch at the famous avoca pie shop. out the front were ten or so hogs and their bearded riders. they, too, were having pies.

bob dylan sang about a simple twist of fate as we visited various nearby wineries. mel and vince were clucking about like an old married couple and we threatened to tape the conversation and play it at their wedding. we heard about a med students party and decided to drop by, but not before having a counter meal at the peter lalor hotel. it was a busy little joint. our food took ages to arrive, which only made tea the best meal i've had for a long time.

the party was a let down. there were fifteen or some random strangers. a four year old child. and maree pekin. i don't think they were related. jonno and i escaped to brumble and byron's house, and watched rage until 3am. sometime rage surprises you and it was one of those nights. hit after hit poured out of the box. i was satisfied, bitching about byron's smelly feet with brumbles and eating all the junk food in her house. we all hit jonno's gin and got toasted.

and now, settling down to a sunday afternoon filled with laziness...