The Long Weekend That Was

So I've been staring at this blank screen for the last 30 minutes trying to write something about the long weekend that's just gone. Not that it wasn't good, it was amazing. I'm just feeling a little (a lot) uninspired, I guess.

So, really quickly, here's what happened:

Friday
Caught up with friends to watch La Clique at The Spiegeltent for a late evening of burlesque acrobatics and sublime performances. Hunky Englishmen stripped to their undies, balancing off one another. Long haired Swedish contortionist with ten and twelve inch tennis racquets. Papier-mache dolls with acts saucier than their real-life counterparts. And a bathtub boy that got everyone seriously wet. Sexiest. Circus. Ever.

Saturday
Skipped on my final Trough Faggot Party for the year to head to G-Town, aka Geelong, for a friend's 21st birthday party. Dud decision. Apart from the lack of food upon arrival, the dismal turn-out, the cold and yucky outdoor setting, the only saving grace from the long wet drive was the three eskies worth of free booze. Still, I could have had double shots at Trough and some promise of action.

Sunday
Gastronomic trip into the city with my radio crew for some Japanese cuisine at Meiji Bar Cafe in Chinatown. Miso soup, tori kamameshi, gyoza, sashimi, and warm sake. Just the perfect soul food for an atypical blustery, wintery evening. And what to do when we found ourselves with some extra time to kill before the radio show? Why, visit the nearby Adult Bookstore, of course! Now, I know where to go to buy that extra personal presents for friends and family.

Monday
Headed to Rod Laver Arena, along with several hundred others to catch JT's (that's Justin Timberlake to those of you uninitiated) to watch his first concert in Melbourne. And boy, it went off! Amazing technicolour lightscape, an elaborate stage that has more moving parts than a Mechano set, and a pretty solid set list that cements JT as a damn good entertainer. Did I mention that he was less than 10 metres away from where we sat? Well, he was.

So, all in all, a pretty good weekend...............

Except when all's been said and done, you still recall heavily the non-argument you have with a parent whom you've foolishly assumed that after all this time, they're okay with you for who you are, only to find out otherwise, simultaneously wounding your ego, worth and sense of liberty. I hate that despite how much I think I've grown and matured, I still find myself affected heavily by my parent's approval. And I hate how I can't make myself stop from doing so.