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Sorry! :( - I am a moron. Instead of relating the whole saga blow-by-blow, let me instead present you with a montage of images from this evening: - 1. Running out the door at 6.10, worried that he might be late - 2. Happily cycling through the city at 6.30, certain he's going to be there with time to spare. - 3. Looking at the entrance to the Domain, as the truth slowly dawns on him that the Domain and Centennial park are two entirely distinct entities. - 4. Madly cycling through the city, risking life and limb (of self and others) hoping against hope that he can still make it on time. - 5. Madly cycling around Centennial Park, asking random strangers if there's a gate that would be clearly understood to be "The Gate" and being met with bemused looks. - 6. Arriving at Moonlight Cinema at 7.15, and realising that without a common meeting point he's going to have a bit of struggle recognising people that he knows best by their URLs. - 7. Making eye-contact with a random stranger for a moment, and holding it... way too long. It really was just a random stranger. Probably. - 8. Standing out in front of the crowd, looking forlorn and hoping that some random accident is going to save him from the humiliation of yelling "SLUMPER!!!" at the top of his lungs in front of several hundred strangers. - 9. Someone comes running out of the crowd, yelling hello... it's a friend from the real world! Yay, because now I have someone to sit with. But, not yay, because now yelling out strange words in front of everyone is no longer a possibility. - 10. Watching film. Great film, could have done with a more comfortable seat, though. - 11. Riding madly into the city to get internet access to look up Caraxus' number (I hadn't even written it down, because I was so confident of arriving at the right place at the right time. Lesson: do not be confident). - 12. Calling Caraxus from various public phones and leaving disjointed messages (possibly with panting... I hope I wasn't panting) before sadly giving up and going home. - What can I say? I'm a moron. And, uh, sorry. It'll have to wait until next time. :( - "You think you know how to wipe your own nose? You think you know how to button your clothes?" - Richard Thompson |
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