(diaryland) March 03, 2008 - 7:42 a.m.

I had the most intense weekend. Portal Window played three times. It was a whirlwind tour of Melbourne. The first gig we played at was Friday night, where I saw the best band ever's first ever gig. There was a megaphone, a giant drum mallet and lots of Touch and Go record label influence. We were OK, but this band was the greatest. They also had the same drummer as us, so they may be easy to get in touch with.

I slept in Paola's bed, but she wouldn't spoon me. I like to be the outside of the spoon.

Then the next day, we played at the Moora Moora Sustainable Living Festival, which was out at this commune thing. Well, it's nearly a commune, but it's sort of on the cool side of being a commune, not the beardy side. We bought candles, and I joined some association which I forgot the name of. But it will tell me about solar panels.

Then, after hours of driving and a wee nap, we went to St. Kilda to play at Michele's housewarming party. We provided bachelor pad music in a porn mansion style setting. If Hugh Hefner wanted a little holiday house in St. Kilda, he would be cool with hanging out there. There are gold ceilings, a sunken dining area, touchable walls, etc. It's the best rental property I have ever seen, and I've seen one or two cool ones.

Then the next morning, I was fucked. But I decided to go for my usual walk in the Dandenongs anyway. It was very lucky because the Ladies at the coffee shop Rosie and I always visit had put aside some raspberry jam for us, which was our favourite. It had almost run out, and they said, "We'd better keep some for the Girls, in case they visit." And we did.

Then, me, Roland and Diane went to the Hawthorn craft market, where we tried to purchase things but with very depleted funds. I got a needle case made out of an old fence post. Roland got eggs.

Then we went to an open studio for a friend of a friend and it was cool. The paintings were really relaxing so Diane and I sat on chairs and stared at them. They looked like blurry sky pictures. The best one looked like a shot of a park in fog, but taken while the camera was being moved. I don't know how the hell you do that in painting form.

Then I did some knitting.

The End.