Avant garde, no?

So, I got home from work, and I looked at my phone. 3 missed calls. Wasn't I popular.

But whoever was calling me? The answer: Mitch.

Some of you may recall that Mitch (otherwise known as Biff) is/was the bass player of Warragul band, "Spanking Biff and the Pignappers."

Most of you won't.


Why would Mitch be calling me on this warm Friday afternoon?

Oh. He was looking for Vegie.

Trouble is, Vegie's in Tasmania, which goes some way towards why he wasn't answering his phone calls.

He wanted to get some photos of the band from Veg, but I told him he'd just have to wait until next weekend.

He then asked me if I wanted to come around for "some of the green stuff."

Holy crap, I was sorely tempted. But I refrained, a refrain that caused Biff to call me a faggot-ass bitch or something - he wasn't impressed anyhow.

Then, to the art show.

This... was not entirely a bust. There was some cool paintings and stuff, and I hung out with Dane the Artist (who was there in his capacity as an artist) and Blake the Car Crash Victim (who was there in his capacity of hello! free beer).

A few of my old teachers from High School were in attendance as well, and I was talking to my graphics teacher, when my telephone rang.

It was Vegie! WHAT?

He shouldn't have telephone reception, but apparently he did, and we had a conversation.

Well, it was 9 or so, by this stage, so I bid the art show farewell. However should I amuse myself, so alone as I was, on this warm Novemeber evening?

I know, I said to myself, I'll call Luke, everybody's favourite bass guitarist.

I then started to make a proposition to Luke inre: his band's involvement in my grandiose plans, but I came to a screeching halt. It was just going to be too complicated to explain without wild sweeping hand gestures.

So, I went and hung out on Luke's front lawn with Luke and Cassie for a while and told them the whole sordid tale of my plan, starting off with Steve getting beat on and moving onto the whole grandiose plan.

He was up for it. So was Cassie. The plan was coming together.

I bid them farewell, and it was now around 10 or something, and I still had naught to do. In exasperation, I called Heidi, and she was up for the grandiose plan as well. Hurrah.

Then I walked around and talked to people for a while, and then I went to bed. Astounding, no?

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