Tired on Friday
Jul. 17th, 2009 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
laura_seabrookFeel tired today, and a little down. Went to the ball on campus last night and that was fun, but afterwards wasn't as much. Most people went to a club called Cubed (or some such) but I sort of got lost on the way there. Sort of - met someone from QC and we walked to the venue, without really knowing where we were going. But after some group shots I lost the rest of my Newcastle group. I'm sure they had fun as most seemed to turn up asleep in beds this morning.
Some real bogan pubs and clubs on the way there. I was dressed in a black dress but feeling vulBut when I got there I found it was a venue I couldn't really go to. It was downstairs, packed solid, had loud music I really didn't like (I could hear it outside), obnoxious bouncer, and strobe lights. With an anxiety / panic attack / epilepsy condition, I wasn't going in. Felt a bit like I'd "let the side down", but went back to the Hostel with three other people and talked about comics for most of the way there. This morning I feel tired and a little down, though I think a lot of that is mild exhaustion from being on the go all week.
Before I left Kevin made a joke about taking some "dental dams" implying that I'd have a chance of casual sex this week, but I discounted that possibility from the start. I went to twenty SwanCons (SF conventions) with that idea at the back of my mind and it soured my experience of them and helped bring me down afterwards. I love seeing and hearing the stories how my friends and companions fare in that respect, but I gave up on that and going to clubs because I know what I get if I do (and that still hurts - I have that itch I can't scratch).
Walked into Civic and ate at the Pancake Parlour. The last time I ate there was 1996 when I was on my way back to Perth after a geographical in Sydney. It looks exactly the same, and so does the block of buildings it's in! Actually, so do the buses here, which is awkward because though the timetables advertise a gasp powered convenient to use fleet, all the buses I've seen (and travelled on) look like old rattlers with partitioned steps. If I were in a wheelchair I'd never be able to use the public transport system here.
I might walk over Lake Burly Griffen to have a look at the art gallery and the National Library - as an artist and trained library tech I'm interested in both. There's an action on at new Parliament house tomorrow and we might do the tourist thing inside first before joining the main group outside.
Time to go for a walk.
Some real bogan pubs and clubs on the way there. I was dressed in a black dress but feeling vulBut when I got there I found it was a venue I couldn't really go to. It was downstairs, packed solid, had loud music I really didn't like (I could hear it outside), obnoxious bouncer, and strobe lights. With an anxiety / panic attack / epilepsy condition, I wasn't going in. Felt a bit like I'd "let the side down", but went back to the Hostel with three other people and talked about comics for most of the way there. This morning I feel tired and a little down, though I think a lot of that is mild exhaustion from being on the go all week.
Before I left Kevin made a joke about taking some "dental dams" implying that I'd have a chance of casual sex this week, but I discounted that possibility from the start. I went to twenty SwanCons (SF conventions) with that idea at the back of my mind and it soured my experience of them and helped bring me down afterwards. I love seeing and hearing the stories how my friends and companions fare in that respect, but I gave up on that and going to clubs because I know what I get if I do (and that still hurts - I have that itch I can't scratch).
Walked into Civic and ate at the Pancake Parlour. The last time I ate there was 1996 when I was on my way back to Perth after a geographical in Sydney. It looks exactly the same, and so does the block of buildings it's in! Actually, so do the buses here, which is awkward because though the timetables advertise a gasp powered convenient to use fleet, all the buses I've seen (and travelled on) look like old rattlers with partitioned steps. If I were in a wheelchair I'd never be able to use the public transport system here.
I might walk over Lake Burly Griffen to have a look at the art gallery and the National Library - as an artist and trained library tech I'm interested in both. There's an action on at new Parliament house tomorrow and we might do the tourist thing inside first before joining the main group outside.
Time to go for a walk.
