Madness, Sweet Madness

Well, there were several guests – all close friends of Shantoo’s or mine or both. There was much cake (too much for me but it's Shantoo's favourite food; I am more of a savoury-tooth than a sweet- so I had to make myself a tuna fish sandwich, which was not my ideal choice but savouries were slim pickings in the house that day). There was much Champagne which isn’t so because it was made here in Australia but it really is the same thing basically, let’s face it, as we eat our French fries on Swanston Street. After the bubbly, I shared around a bottle of English 'Old Fart' ale.

It was great catching up with one friend in particular whom we hadn’t seen in a year, even if later back at her house she fed Rupert and I the sourest candy ever concocted, which we all agreed must be known thereafter as ‘Gullet Sluts’. Eekkk! A great fun time, though. In between the gathering that morphed into a compact drunken party at our house (and Shantoo’s subsequent succumb into slumber) and arriving to drink raspberry 'Absolut' at 7AM at our confectionary-pusher’s place in Fitzroy, we cabbed it to the seedy 24-hour bar for booze and pool and jukebox music clips like ‘Wild Thing’ by Tone Lõc, ‘Bust A Move’ by Young M.C. and ‘Sabotage’ by Beastie Boys. And the sun came up and we didn't care; Rupert thought it was the start of the sabbath again, this Monday morning.

When later we got to the Fitzroy house, Rupert cooked us up a lip-smackingly rejuvinating breakfast and this was followed by a helluva lot of laughter, madness, singin’ along to pop tunes, and photographs and filming done on Rupert’s mobile-’phone. The wonderful effervescent madness of the day culminated in a venture to a faux Irish pub in Carlton where we staggered in, the three ‘dehydrated ones’ long searched for by many a loopy pirate type, or so we told ourselves through howling whirlpools of high-C’s laughter.