A couple of weeks ago - and not at all by design - I bumped into an old acquaintance from Canberra, P, at one of the supermarkets on Acland Street (I forget which one; I have been known to patronize both although these days I tend to favour the IGA on Fitzroy Street - prospective stalkers take note). He used to play the saxophone in a band, and sometimes pretends to have Tourette's Syndrome. He is going through some heavy shit right now. I like him a lot.
We had a beer on Wednesday at the Espy. Whilst I was waiting for him I chatted to my friend Gethsemane. She was a bit drunk and asked me to transcribe a postcard for her - to Operative Tenex of all people. Seems they're quite close - or were. I hadn't even realised. It's a small world.
...I'm sure we've never met.
Posted by: Adam | Friday, 30 September 2005 at 07:57 PM
She will be heartbroken by that remark.
Posted by: teigan | Friday, 30 September 2005 at 08:01 PM
Oh...*that* Gethsemane!!
Gosh, how long has it been...
Posted by: Adam | Friday, 30 September 2005 at 09:11 PM
*cries*
Posted by: Gethsemane Nash | Saturday, 01 October 2005 at 09:08 AM
Sorry Geth, i think it was because I was used to calling you Sally... remember?
Call me, we'll have a fun!
In fact, i might sort out some one way plane tickets for you.
Isn't it weird how you found Teigan?
Posted by: Adam | Sunday, 02 October 2005 at 12:37 AM