Sunday was Fucking Legendary

September 5, 2005

My posts can act as a diary for myself to look back on and remember times gone by - therefore this post is a rather selfish one purely for that reason alone - let myself always remember this Sunday just gone - let myself never forget September the 5th.

First off apologies were made for my Thursday black out and Robin and I headed off Champagne brunch at the Intercontinental - as much food as you can eat and a constant supply of Champagne for $20 - and the food is top class from a buffet including sushi, seafood, Bar-B-Q grill.... on and on - best way to start your day basically.

Then I used my slightly wasted charm to blagg a replacement I-pod from the Apple store - they were reluctant at first (I didn’t tell them what happened to it of course) but in the end they agreed to give me a new one on the spot rather than sending for repairs - very surprising - I was expecting that If they didn’t suss it was bust due to being dropped in a pint of water, they would still hit me with the usual customer service bureaucracy and it would take ages to fix - but I blagged it - I think it was due to the champagne grin - Splendid.

Then after drinking in the pool all afternoon while listening to the new Eels album (it’s fuckng class I tell you!) we watched Sling Blade - a truly captivating movie, stunningly played - came from nowhere - doesn’t sound like a winner (Bill Bob plays a retarded guy who befreinds a kid and his mother) - but I was gobsmacked by its genius in the end.

Credits roll and I headed over for pub grub bangers and mash before ending up in Bugils - an Amsterdam style bar for foreign folk looking for an escape from Jakarta. Here was a bar that needed a firecracker or two - quiet atmosphere and a broken stereo didn’t bode well - but after a bit more vodka than normal, the bar maid getting a guitar on, a fucking top man from Scotland who bought everyone drinks, some drunken Belgian/English guy who was a double of one of my friends back home and could write stuff so that it only looked right in the mirror (not essential to the evening but amazes drunk people) and me running around singing Del Amitri’s ”nothing ever happens” at the top of my voice - the place livened up - everyone was suddenly on top form - I love it when bars suddenly get a vibe out of nowhere and everyone gets their great game on.

We ended up in CJ’s nightclub - one of the better quality bars in town - we met the always lovely Cella and her two friends and they helped destroy a bottle of Baileys with me back at the apartment..... it gets wild and hazy after that - but I’m still a bit drunk and I’ve not slept yet - and I’m feeling good - tired and wild eyed I guess - but yeah, feeling good - September the 5th will now always be a day of celebration - I’m going to toast it forever more.

3 is a fucking charm I tell you! a fucking charm!