Sydney kinda smells. Wish you were here so we could drink ourselves into Melbourne.
Ok. So we got to our hostel, were handed bourbon and cokes as we signed in and we're sleeping in a room with a very quiet Korean guy who giggles like a loon at odd hours. So Tom and I decided to head out to the Agincourt Hotel for dances where we bumped into Ainsley, Chris, Lachlan, Jack and Lewis! It was, indeed, a Melbourne invasion. I have not drunk that much bourbon in a long time.
Tom and I finally collapsed at about 3am and I was woken 2 hours later by a drunken Irishman who was confused as to why I was in his bed. (Crazy Korean Guy said the top bed was taken). Anyways, he crawled into the top bunk (for about 20 minutes, then wandered off) and I went back to drifting in and out until we got up at 7ish. I was gone all of 10 minutes to shower and dress and when I came back the Irishman was in my bed. I had to extricate my handbag from under his legs. We decided to go in search of breakfast before Soundwave. My first choice appears below:
I once promised Eliza that I would name my first born Burgerlicious. This is why I can't have children. I may have had a tentative relationship with sobriety at the time.
It took us 30 minutes to find a coffee place (and that was a kebab store). Note to Sydney: Get a Hudsons.
Eventually we had breakfast, were slightly more sober (still so sore). We decided to invest in some water before heading out to the EasternCreek Racetrack. Wise decision. Once we actually got on a train (every ticket machine was broken and one cashier was working) it was a breeze. And on the bus we were with the driver who gave us special aircon just for driver and his favourites. I love aircon.
Soundwave itself was hot. And bare. And big. and had a freaking D Barrier?!? WTF? This was the shade. All of it.
Let the shenanigans begin.
The day was hot, there was no water or shade and there were a lot of bad tattoos and sombreros, however:
Damn was it fun.
The boys were mental. Slapsies was a little too much fun, there was a lot of sunburn and Troy and Chris were Those Guys. You know the ones. They're shirtless (and shouldn't be).
Exhibit 1. Sunburnt wrist.Exhibit 2. Sunburn, SE Asian beer singlet and Grandpa sunnies (now owned by one D. Nuthall, Esq.)
Exhibit 3. Those Guys and Slapsies. Red marks are caused by skinny boy hands.
The dancing was crazy (Reel Big Fish+ No Shame Skanking = me falling over Troy and both of us rolling down hill much to the crowd's amusement. There was a round of applause!)
And despite warning signs at every pit ....
well, the story just
rights writes itself really...
The crowd was a decent size, but it was a 15 to 20 minute walk from one side of the racecourse to the other, which made running between sets a
bitch challenge, especially when this is what you had to fight your way through.
I did get to see the bands I wanted to see, I was right up front for Alexis (including some chica who informed her boyfriend he was to ensure she didn't get pushed around in the pit. I mean really, what a [the following section has been determined not suitable for a public forum] with a little green cocktail umbrella).
And Faith No More blew my fucking mind. The way they switch from jazz and blues to metal to pop to omgmikepattonissosmooth. They were amazing.
Really though, the day ended as it began: hot, dry, hungover and perhaps a little more sunburnt. So for nw, it's goodbye from the folk here at Soundwave 2010, and we'll see you next year at Soundwave 2011: All's Moshy on the Western Frontier....
