Turning point

There was a moment yes­ter­day morn­ing when I sat with sleazemon­key (some­times, sweetie, I think you need a new LJ handle… but given where we were, this time it’s per­fect) and I thought, ‘yep, this is where I’m sup­posed to be’. After all the crazi­ness of get­ting ourselves there, the night itself was superb: lovely people, great shows, good dan­cing, Sveta’s superb set, even that moment where the high com­bined with the music to make even the hand­bag house work per­fectly. I like it when people say I look rav­ish­ing. *grin*. Jack looked fant­astic too.

My friend xammy dances like a dream. Mmm, I love to watch. 

In the morn­ing, Jack and I skived a lift home with Max, had a superb shower in hawk_eye and matoko’s fab­ulous double shower, changed and had brunch at Var­gabar (deli­cious) and ate gelato in the park. 

After Jack got on his bus, I went into town to the End the Lies rally. I decided to walk from Cent­ral to Town Hall – those who knew me way back when may be as amazed as I that my hips and legs were still up to such a walk after a night of dan­cing, but such is the mag­ni­fi­cence of my chiro­practor (thanks oreth­ule for the recom­mend­a­tion). I walked past the hole-in-the-ground that is World Square and was amazed and inspired to see the scaf­fold­ing has been entirely turned into a canvas for street and sten­cil artists. 

I took a lot of photos. Aren’t they pretty?

Cred­its here

At the rally, I wandered around aim­lessly for a while. Saw Merlin from Big Brother and remem­ber­ing that hermia8 had said she wanted to give him a hug for his cour­age, I walked up to him, told him I thought he was very brave and that I was impressed with his chutzpah and explained I needed to give him a hug for a friend. So I did. He thought it was funny, I think. After that, I bumped into my aunt Joan, my uncle Alan (hold­ing the sign) and my cool cuz, Vanessa. I walked with them the rest of the rally route. We grew swiftly bored with the reg­u­lar chants and ended up chant­ing “el pueblo, unido, no va sera ven­cido”. The Sydney sun­shine was lovely on my skin in Bel­more Park after­wards listen­ing to speeches, includ­ing Kerry Nettle, spot on chyk for the Greens.

For vari­ous reas­ons, I ended up in a real rush at the end of things and left Day & Liz’s place a teensy bit messy (apo­lo­gies again, kids!).

I needed that though. Thanks to all involved.