Dear Blogland,
Let me begin with my sincerest apologies for abandoning you. I know it doesn’t make up for the weeks of neglect you have been feeling, but I’m sorry. Please, don’t take my neglect too personally, my little cyberspace lovechild, I promise it’s not just you I have been neglecting. In fact I’ve been a bit shit all round lately, rarely making my bed, washing my clothes only when I run out of clean undies (and sometimes even stretching THAT), living off instant macaroni and procrastiviewing my way through Seinfeld (am up to ‘The Pothole’ episode 16, season 8). I know it’s no excuse, but life has kind of gotten away from me over the past month and I’ve felt a little bit bogged down (probably in my own filth and laziness) and uninspired.
Since I visited you last, Blogland, a lot has happened. I’ve spent much of my time furiously pumping out assignments at the last minute and handing them in within the hour of the deadline (which is actually more impressive than my usual practice of MINUTES before deadline). I’ve also been agonising about critiquing my peers’ short stories each week in class, especially a particularly horrible Mills and Boon-esque tale about a playboy Brazilian and desperate girl that featured sentences were so cheesy I could have slapped them on my sandwich for lunch.
Aside from my academic angsts, there has been some good things happening, Blogland. I’ve spent some lovely sunny Sundays at the Gold Coast with friends. Yes, one such day was actually spent indoors painting over the multiple foul shades of blue in Jackie’s rumpus room, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. There has also been copious amounts of wine consumed on my back deck between my friends and housemates, sometimes ending in drunken high fives while sitting around the turntable blasting old favourites on vinyl (NIGHTMOVES!) and a chorus of ‘THIS SONG IS AMAZING!
I went crazy one Saturday night, but not in the way you think, Blogland. My girlfriends and I went out and ate delicious dessert for dinner at Freestyle in West End. Imagine, JUST dessert for dinner! Maddness!!
I also helped another dear friend celebrate a milestone birthday, even though she doesn’t look a day over 23. (As we are frequently told everywhere we go together. I think the boys my age like her a lot better than me.)
And I said goodbye to another old dear friend, Beatrice. She was my first car and a beautiful beast that gave me freedom and independence when I needed it the most, as well as sweet toned biceps from her serve lack of power steering and rubbish turning circle. I hope your new owner loves you as much I did, Bea.
I fell in love… with blues music. I went to Bluesfest at Byron Bay for the first time and saw an amazing array of musicians including classic blues legends like B.B. King and Mavis Staples, who while watching, my wry brother said ‘I feel like I’ve been converted to Jesus and I love it’; guitar prodigy, Derek Trucks, and his amazing band; Elvis Costello rocking out resplendent in a pinstriped suit, floral tie and spectacles; Imogen Heap, a favourite of mine since the old days of high school teenage angst; bands I had never head of that blew me away like Fistful of Mercy made up of Ben Harper, Joseph Arthur and Dhani Harrison (that’s right Beatle George’s son!) and Robert Randolph and the Family Band who rocked the pedal steel guitar to places I didn’t know possible; topped off with three amazing Australian women: Washington, Clare Bowditch and the always witty, illustrious and incredibly talented, Kate Miller-Heidke.
BB King
The Derek Trucks Band
Kate Miller-Heikde
Imogen Heap
Elvis Costello
But most of all, on the last day of Bluesfest, Lachlan and I spent seven hours (SEVEN HOURS PEOPLE!) staking out a spot right up front, metres from the stage to see one of the biggest icons of the ‘60s. He’s a musician, poet, activist and artist, a legend, a rolling stone, the man, the freewheelin’ BOB DYLAN! Best of all he played two of my favourites ‘Don’t Think Twice it’s All Right’ and ‘Ballard of a Thin Man’. Being metres away from Dylan was a once in my lifetime opportunity and also totally worth standing there all day waiting for him!
Dylan
(PS Parents: BEST EASTER EVER!)
So as you can see Blogland, while the first part of the last month was a bit le shite, life has been plodding along nicely and things have been happening. New, exciting things, and old familiar favourites like Saturday night at Tempo watching Brooksy & Co last weekend and a picnic in New Farm Park in the autumn sun.
All in all, I suppose it’s been a pretty eventful last few weeks. But I did miss you, my dear friend. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long, but I have been thinking about you a lot, and I’ve been feeling that deeply ingrained Catholic guilt about leaving you alone for 26 days. I promise, I’ll never do that again (and if I do, I will think of an even craftier way to apologise than a heartfelt letter!) I might not always show it, Blogland, but you are very important to me.
I hope you can forgive me, my beautiful cyberspace lovechild.
Love always,
Katie
xo
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