July 28

Woke up feeling hungover. No fair!

On some level, I almost accept the phantom hangover was due punishment for having been at The Rosemont at 3am but still… No fair!

And bizarre.

Met up with Jace out the front of the Central Markets for some brekky at Big Table. Saw people I knew, as I’d hope for at the markets on a Saturday morning. Wandered the stalls before walking up to North Adelaide to meet my acting classmate, PhD student and Curtain Call award nominee, Bart Csorba for coffee and lunch. Had such a nice time catching up with him, I would’ve liked a glass of sparkling wine as we dined al fresco but had 2 coffees instead – I don’t think I’ve ever had 3 coffees in a day before – see what July is doing to me… See!!!!

Bart drove me  to Ikea so I could lie on beds – my favourite one did actually make me feel relaxed enough that I could honestly have fallen asleep right there in the middle of the shop. Even after 3 coffees – that darn phantom hangover still had a hold on me.

Home for a minute or two before back to meet Jace and whisk him off to the theatre – this time to The Bakehouse to see the closing night of Neil LaBute’s Fat Pig. Jace confessed it to be his first time at the theatre besides work, and I informed him that now he was friends with me he would be at the theatre many more times because of the friendship clause that any show I’m in must be attended.

Then to La Boheme to meet up with David O’Brien. I inhaled the aroma of the Hendricks and tonic I bought him, and sipped sadly on my mocktail as we sat and chatted out the back of the bar by the warmth of the heater in the cold Adelaide winter night.

Jace and I then headed off to the north-west corner of town to meet up with Willow J after the Burlesque show she’d performed in that night. Worldsend was our next destination. I would’ve really liked a fun drinky night out maybe with some dancing at Supermild but I got tired earlier than the night before and we parted ways before 2am.

Hindley Street was mental with I reckon at least 250 people on the street in front of venues, bars and food places – eating, milling around, waiting for cabs and lining up for entry . It was messy and trashy and alcomoholicarama – amongst which, I savoured my sobriety. I was grateful and happy at that moment not to be one of them. I was happy, so happy it was still Dry July.