Friday 4th & Saturday 5th May.
Category Archives: Drunkenness
Friday 20th – Sunday 22nd April.
Appropriately epic and amazing. As per the Occuparty, I got almost no media – but there’s notes. And this intoxicated FB post made on the Saturday night, about halfway through the 48-hour proceedings:
Pictionary game referred to above:
Soup, late on Sunday afternoon:
I arrived home extremely comedowny and worse for wear on the Sunday eve to find Sara K, Scott, Indi & Warren unexpectedly still at my house, where they’d spent all weekend in my absence. Which was perfect.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Saturday, 31st March / Sunday, 1st April.
This long-awaited and much-anticipated function at James Muldoon’s house to celebrate the scheduled end of OM’s as-it-turned-out-not-actually-finished-yet Federal Court litigation against Melbourne City Council was – perhaps predictably – a clusterfuck. But perfectly so.
I was late and missed most of it except the disastrous conclusion and surreal, prolonged aftermath. Not much media was captured, or at least not by me.
(UPDATE (11th Sept 2015): I found two pieces of audio. This one, captured at 2:15am on my way to Muldoon’s, and the one at the foot of this post, captured at 5:33am at Golden Towers in the city:)
All I have is notes:
I’m particularly sad I didn’t manage, despite trying, to record Cobina’s unforgettable trashed mic check after everyone was chucked out of Muldoon’s house at around 3am (“DOES THE COLLECTIVE / WISH TO PRIORITIZE / FOOD, OR ALCOHOL? / WE SHOULD MAKE A DECISION / AND PROCEED ON THAT BASIS. / YOU ARE ALL FUCKED. / YOU ARE ALL. FUCKED.”) – leaving a horde of feral occupiers running amok on the streets of Brunswick unable to reach consensus, and ultimately sitting stubbornly for hours and hours by the side of Sydney Rd throughout the night for no particular reason except that, y’know, that’s what occupiers do.
Here’s a photo I took during said sit-in at around 5am (the sign at the top, which you can’t read due to overexposure, said “WHELAN: THE WRECKER”. This seemed profoundly meaningful or at least funny at the time):
And here’s a photo of chalkage done by Kenji at City Square, where the two of us ultimately wound up, compass-like, at 7am:
Friday, 21st October.
As anomalous Chez Hagakure parties go, I’d rate this one as anomalous out of ten. We didn’t even do Russian Cocaine in the end. Due to earlier events I was a bit discombobulated. Etc. But it still went off.
At an advanced stage of the evening I even shot a video. Don’t say I never do anything for yiz.
At my friend Dan Cross‘s house.
We’ve known and lived around the corner from each other for about three years, but it’s only this year that we’ve started hanging out regularly for whatever reason. It’s been good.
I’ve been living la vida recluse of late and ergo felt severely awkward and freakish initially. But the night came extremely good in the end and did excellent things for my faith in people and awesomeness, etc.
Here’s a photo I took at around 1:30am, the point at which I started to feel the full force of the awesome and was compelled to document it:
It was also at around this time that former operative Deadsoybean sent me some audio, which means that – as per a bargain we struck on January 30th – I can now send her the handmade thing she is owed under the terms of a F$&book status meme I posted a month or so ago.
(The preceding post was a picture of the first handmade thing, which was for Master Luke Hand. The next one will go to Jonathan Carfax. The one after that to the legendary Twyllan Mynodal, and the last to the artist formerly known as MC Gezus.)
Here’s some audio I recorded for Carfax (starring the aforementioned Dan Cross) on the night of January 23rd, when I made Soybean’s thing:
I like this audio a lot. I’ve listened to it over and over in late night goon stupours and it’s made me happy. I don’t know why. (If anyone wants me to bleep out their name, they can freakin complain.)
What else? I’m in a quandry about whether to go back to school in March or defer again. I kind of liked the idea of graduating in December 2012, just in time for the Mayan apocalypse/whatever. But when the world ends/whatever it won’t really matter whether I have a whole diploma of visual art or just half of one. And that I’m so not sure suggests to me that I should save it for when I’m feeling less not-sure.
I could do it part time but that seems half-assed, and I don’t really do half-assed.
So hungover rn omg. I’m going back to bed.