Not the rock in the sky

I went to see Steve Malkmus and the Jicks last night, kind of begrudgingly because I am old now and don't go see bands four nights a week and besides, I got up at 5am yesterday and I was dead tired by the time I even got in the car to drive to the venue. But surprisingly enough I actually enjoyed myself and only once wondered how long we were from the end and maybe twice hopped from foot to foot trying to figure out which leg was the most tired and which ankle was in less pain.

There was one moment though, in one of those songs that have a long noodly guitar bit in the middle, followed by a bit of intense rocking out where the guitartist goes from bending over to play, to jumping up and down to play and the song always ends with a return to, well, usually the first chorus again but you know, the refrain from the first bit comes back and it's meant to be all epic and everything but really? Mostly boring.

Anyhow, those songs either come smack back in the middle of the set or it's the one before the last song (oh yeah, the penultimate one, dumbass) before the end, which isn't really the end because there's always an encore and it's always written on the set list and I'm sure it must feel stupid to plan an encore but I guess it's good planning. So last night that noodly song comes along and I was really hoping it was the penultimate song but it wasn't last night. My feet got sore at that point.

Afterwards, we went to the Moon, not the rock in the sky, but a late night cafe with the lunar name. It was awful and good. Awful service and good food. They took our food (45 mintues after we ordered) to the wrong table, right in front of us. And the people started eating the fries on the side before the waitress realised, took it away from them and bought it over to us. I was kind of horrified but also hungry. And hungry won out. The service was bad in other ways and dammit, if we tipped in Australia, that women would get nothing left over on the table when we left.

Today my sister left for London for six weeks. This is sad and a little stressful for me. We are very close these days and it's a rare day that we don't at least talk on the phone to each other. I am going to miss her a whole lot. Plus, there's a bunch of stuff to be done for the store (did I mention that I'm opening this store with my sister? Well I am) and I'm going to have to do a tonne of stuff on my own while she's gone. I'm not very good at decision making on my own. I hope I don't fuck up. Sad and stressful baby.

After my Mum and I dropped the sibling at the airport we were going to go out for something to eat. I suddenly got a jonesing for a drive in the country so we ended up scooting out to a little town called Toodyay which I like to pronounce as it's spelt: toodie-ay, rather than the proper way which is toodjay. Anyhow it's a pretty little town on the other side of the hills to the east of Perth, only about 45 mintues away and the drive is beautiful and picturesque if you like undulating hills filled with low-rise forest, wheat fields and grazing sheep. Which I do. Very much. We had a counter meal at the pub and then came back home. A very nice way to spend the day.