Right. So, Saturday. Felt absolutely rubbish after the night before. We’re talking curled up into a ball kinda nauseous. And yet! And yet we still managed to crawl out into the overcast outside world to market with the farmers. Bought some chicken and pistachio terrine (so good), beetroot, sweetcorn and other assorted goods for events I’ll cover under Day Six.
The afternoon was all N64-ported Legend Of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. To be honest, I was still too miserable a state to play but I did help in my own way (rapid-fire walkthroughs) while Josh played instead. The game is incredibly dated (it was registered back in 2000) and the graphics really rather laughable (clipping aplenty), but it was still fun to watch.
The late afternoon was opera in the park with the MSO. It was the last of a four concert series at the Sidney Myer Bowl (I haven’t been there since Daft Punk a few years back) and the song choice seemed rather festive with Au Fond Du Temple Saint from Bizet’s Les Pecheurs Des Perles (The Pearl Fishers) a particular favourite of mine. That said, we got there when the opening act, the Melbourne Youth Orchestra, were performing a particularly Disney-esque waltz. In the break between the MYO and the MSO it started to rain and our resolve abandoned us for the tram-ride out to Carlton to drink beer with Ned and Luke and others.
Was fun although they’d already had enough to be well past us on the alcohol stakes so we soon said our goodbyes and headed off to Palm for birthday drinks with Josh and others. What I saw of the rooftop bar seemed pleasant enough and the beer was pretty drinkable. We then excused ourselves while the others went on to see Amanda Lepore.
I remember eating when we got back to the flat but not a lot more.
Suffice to say I’ve swiftly become a cheap drunk. Shameful.
Whatever happened to day six?….