My weekend

Friday night was spent out with some freinds, celebrating my new job and having a great time. We went to Father O'flannagans pub in collingwood to see a band called Claymore, what a great band they are, even though the main guy Willie wasnt there do to injuring himself and having to have his finger reattached at 7pm, he still managed to turn up at 11pm to make sure the band was behaving. The drive home was interesting, me being the designated driver and my 2 freinds being very tipsy and doing lots of silly things all the way home. Got home at 2am and got to sleep at 3am.

Woke at 7.30 Saturday morning and got up ready to head to the city and the NGV to meet some photography people for a coffe chat. arrived at the alloted time of 10 am after grabbing a quick breakfast in the cbd. and immediately noticed one lady, camera bag in hand and shortly after joined by more guys carrying camera bags. We sat around there talking, consuming coffee product and checking out each others bits (camera gear) until 1 pm when I phoned my sister who was down for a couple of days, she was in the shoe department of Myers so I bid farewell to the photo buffs and met up with her for a bit of shopping and some lunch, bu this time my kids had phoned to say they where still at a party and wanted to stay another night with their dad to which I said yes. By the time I headed back to Flinders street station at 4.30 pm I had more than realised that a crumpler bag with camera gear was not the thing to take shopping, So I hopped on the train, sat down and immersed myself in the book, Mao's last dancer. Got home and put the feet up for a few hours before literally falling asleep at about 10 pm.