I hate going out

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It's saturday night & same as friday night & last saturday night & last friday night & etc etc etc i am not out doing stuff, i am sat in my room w/ my computer. is this loserish or just modern?

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

neither. this is dunedin.

― lady die, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

so where are you, at Arc or something. what's the "action"?

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

perhaps i should elaborate for those outside of dunedin. i have not seen a good gig for months. i am here at a pub which is supposedly the height of the dunners music scene, in the front bar drinking green ginger wine with friends because down the back is a band which was billed as "scrap metal punk". deep down i knew it would be shit but i am eternally optimistic. if i wasn't i would've moved out of this hole years ago. but anyway, back to the scrap metal punk, i really wasn't expecting grunge. thank god i was not one of the suckers who paid $5 for that shite.

― lady die, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

"at least they're out there doing it", right?

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

why don't you write reviews for that PLAY magazine in the ODT? needs more patronising people to tell it like it is. i'm sick of darryl baser being nice about everyone even if they blow!

― lady die, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i was suppose to go to that thing you are at & review it for fink. as you can see i did not even show up. maybe i could just print off this thread & give it to them.

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I live in London and it doesn't matter that stuff is actually happening because it's still such an AMAZING fucking problem getting transport and finding stuff open late that isn't ridiculously overpriced, and I'm sick of people saying "Well if you're resourceful and know the right people" etc etc. a) Finding weekend entertainment is NOT SUPPOSED to be a brain-intensive activity, I want to just hang out for a while, not play a fucking chess game with taxis! b)Well, hooray for you, Mr and Mrs Popular. I'm glad you 'know the right people'. Now fuck off. Plus I'm too old for this shit anyway. (Woo- hoo, isn't HE bitter! :) )

― dave q, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

yeah i know, if i lived in london i'd make an even BIGGER deal of "i hate going out".

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

At least I can understand when some ridiculous pop-cult 'movement' here is lauded as a 'gesture of resilience and defiance against the system' etc. Actually, going out in London is a gesture of defiance against the laws of human endurance.

― dave q, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

If yr not too much of a drinker or a clubber, "going out" in London = big fat dud. Staying in with friends, yr own records, yr drugs of choice, and beloved telly = classic .

― Andrew L, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i still like going out though. i mean, sometimes it can be fun to sit at the back of a bar and heckle with your friends. also can be a sobering reminder of how much everyone sux.

but i mainly like going out for booze. and to make a spectacle of myself. i mean, if no-one else is going to be entertaining, it may as well be me.

― lady die, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

to be frank, a boy i have wanted to fuck for years is here. that is why i really like going out: to score.

i won't be back here tonite. unless i am unsuccessful in my mission.

― lady die, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

[/review]

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

duane

i want you

lady die

― lady die, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

[/real end of review]

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

duane - i moved to sydney just to do that; it's a wonderful and pleasurable thing if that's what you want to do.

― Geoff, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

you moved to sydney to not go out? from where?

― duane, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I haven't felt like going out much, but then I just had a breakup 3 months ago. I feel like if I'm gonna go out I should be in a good mood, to socialize, and I have a feeling like my mood will turn sour, even though it hasn't too much lately.

I guess another reason would be the amount of mediocre-ass bands I've sat through. I think turning 30 has severely limited my endurance of smoky air, uncomfortable seats, overpriced beer, and crap bands. I wish I enjoyed these things more...

(This is in the DC area, by the way. Washington has a reputation for passive, uninspired, unfriendly gig crowds which is 99% true.)

― Chris, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

If sitting at home on a Friday night because you have no friends and nothing to do is wrong, then I don't want to be right.

Oh, wait -- maybe I do want to be right.

― Nitsuh, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Last night i had work until 6 pm. Then i had a house party untill eleven, drinks at a cabaret style piano bar until two, where 8 of us walked down to a friends apartment and had G&Ts until 9 am.

Tonight we are having a dinner party before my Father goes back north

Sunday i am having coffee after church

Tuesday i am seeing Planet of The Apes

Thursday i am seeing Faster Pussycat Kill Kill Kill and having Dinner @ Donnas with David and his boss.

This is an average week. I go out 5 days out of 7. Movies, gallries, Karoke, House Parties, Dinner.

I am a social animal, i need almost constant contact with people.

― anthony, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I think doing the same things all the time is much worse than going out / not going out. Who cares what you're doing, it's all about variety.

― Dave M., Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am afraid of them.
That's not exactly it, "afraid of them" , but I do go to lengths to avoid them. (*This* is different obv.)
This morning I went into a house where there was a skinhead with nazi tattoos all over his face, he was smoking a joint with this other guy & when we walked in they passed the j. to me but not to my friend (female) because that's the law, you don't pass a joint to a chick. I was thinking when we left about how I should hate people like that, but I just felt sorry for him. People are a fuckin sad thing.

― duane zarakov, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

(beginning of that post - folloes from last of anthony's, obv.)

― duane zarakov, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

(beginning of that post - follows from last of anthony's, obv.)

― duane zarakov, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

(or to spell it another way, follos)

― duane zarakov, Saturday, 28 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

from brisbane, where I was going out every day, meeting ppl for coffee/meetings/uni - now I can stand in my shower and look out the window, see Centrepoint if I squint hard enough and think - fuck, I like this low-maintenance lifestyle!

― Geoff, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

What if the skinhead was just being chivalrous, making sure the joint wasn't laced with paraquat or PCP or something before passing it on to fair lady?

― dave q, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I didn't think of that!
But I know that is a widely practiced code throughout many levels of society, it's not just the lumpenproletariat & gang affiliates either 'cause I can remember a guy getting told off for passing a j. to a gurl in this grossly sexist circle of creeps I knew who were all real rich & shit...I use this trivial example as an example, you get the idea, the kind of people I'm talking about I'm sure...anyway I felt more sympathy for this skinhead having fucked up ideas like that (same guy, to my friend who'd just come back from a job teaching English in Korea - "Mate, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, teaching our language to the fucken slopes. It's betraying your race.") than those scum 'cause I know he was brutalised into these kind of attitudes from an early age, these other creeps were just spoiled brats trying to be icy cool. They were like Bret Easton Ellis characters, rich boys talking about gang rape & evil "revenge" pranks they'd play on girls who wouldn't fuck them. The company I choose, yeah I know.

― duane, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Who wants a joint with lipstick all over it?

Also, women drive everybody nuts, by talking incessantly and gesturing like movie stars with the joint between their fingers for ages instead of just smoking the thing and passing it on.

― dave q, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I dunno -- the girls I've known who smoked didn't bogart the joints. They did tend to overdo it as far as the after-effects (coughing over dramatically, going around saying "dude, I'm so stoned! ).

― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Plus, it's genetically impossible for them to ignore a ringing phone, so it means them running into the other room for long periods STILL HOLDING.

― dave q, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

just to make it quite clear, lady die's declaration of desire for duane was not authentic, but the work of a drunken prankster.

― said drunken prankster, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

just to make something else clear, when I said "the company I keep..." I wasn't saying I usually choose the company of creeps, I was sort of reprimanding myself for sounding like I was drawing conclusions about people in general based on a bunch of the scummiest people I've known. Because I do tend to do that.

― duane, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i hope you didn't seriously post my "review" of that gig to fink duane!

i think i'm paranoid...

― lady die, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i didn't yet...you don't want me to? i thought it'd be funny...plus, i could cange yr name. i could say you were gavin shaw.

― duane, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i don't want you to post that review because not only was i hideously drunk and making mean comments about d baser, but also cos some of the things i said were a tad inaccurate. i only heard the first band, not the "scrap metal punksters".

besides, i think simon reviewed it.

do you seriously have something against gavin or are you just pretending to dislike him or do you and him have some kind of jokey friendship? i don't get it. what i don't understand is why you make digs about him to me. i'm probably sounding annoyed, but i'm not, i'm just asking out of curiosity. do you think i'm going to say something bitchy back when i don't even know the guy?

― lady die, Tuesday, 31 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

When I go out I fly

― Mike Hanley, Tuesday, 31 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

For the record, I believe women always act way more drunk / stoned than they actually are. I know me and my friends do it. Like on Saturday night, I was stripping on the street and falling down in my hallway of my building. Everyone thought I was wicked wasted. The second we get upstairs I immediately "woke up" and started blabbering and acting perfectly normal. It's not entirely an act, but I love to make people think I'm waaaay more wasted than I am. Which isn't to say that I'm never waaaay wasted but there are times when it's just more fun to act drunk than actually be drunk, to see the reaction.

― Ally, Tuesday, 31 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i get accused of being drunk when i'm completely sober. its not that i'm trying to act drunk, thats just the way i am.

― lady die, Tuesday, 31 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I am usually as drunk as, if not drunker than, people think. I seem to have got this the wrong way round.

― Emma, Tuesday, 31 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I went out tonight . We ahd red wine at a gallery opening and kissed in the corner between the coats like high school kids.

― anthony, Tuesday, 31 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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