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Loyalty, Duty, Coincidence?
Feb. 13th, 2005 11:49 pmThis is a big city.
According to the kilometre counter on the Pre-Millennium Falcon, I just travelled 60 ks for a gig. Not even my gig... 30 kilometres from my place to Caringbah, then 30 kilometres back. Surely you'd think you would have left the city by then??
Then again, it was Caringbah... it didn't feel like the same city at all, really.
Duty done, workmate's band seen, duly critiqued (positively), drinks drunk & back home. Not the worst way to spend an evening.
Last night was a longer one. The Pubert Brown Fridge Occurrence played in Surry Hills 'til midnight, then Liz & I hung around chatting to the band & associated friends for a while, then headed east for food about 2.30. We wound up at the same pizza joint we went to a couple of weeks ago after a similar night. On that occasion, Liz struck up a conversation with an American guy waiting for his pizza with his new girlfriend. Helped to pass the time. So, last night, after we'd ordered, I said "What are we going to do for 10 minutes, there's no American backpacker to talk to this time." Whereupon an American accent said "Oh yes there is & I'm not a backpacker."
Open mouth, extract foot, laugh incredulously, salvage situation. The same guy & girl, the same pizza place, roughly the same time of morning. What are the odds?
This is a small town.
According to the kilometre counter on the Pre-Millennium Falcon, I just travelled 60 ks for a gig. Not even my gig... 30 kilometres from my place to Caringbah, then 30 kilometres back. Surely you'd think you would have left the city by then??
Then again, it was Caringbah... it didn't feel like the same city at all, really.
Duty done, workmate's band seen, duly critiqued (positively), drinks drunk & back home. Not the worst way to spend an evening.
Last night was a longer one. The Pubert Brown Fridge Occurrence played in Surry Hills 'til midnight, then Liz & I hung around chatting to the band & associated friends for a while, then headed east for food about 2.30. We wound up at the same pizza joint we went to a couple of weeks ago after a similar night. On that occasion, Liz struck up a conversation with an American guy waiting for his pizza with his new girlfriend. Helped to pass the time. So, last night, after we'd ordered, I said "What are we going to do for 10 minutes, there's no American backpacker to talk to this time." Whereupon an American accent said "Oh yes there is & I'm not a backpacker."
Open mouth, extract foot, laugh incredulously, salvage situation. The same guy & girl, the same pizza place, roughly the same time of morning. What are the odds?
This is a small town.
