bliumchik | Siiiiinging in the Raaaaaaaaaaaain!

He-ey,

mayuki_miyazawa? Did somebody order a ZOMBIE OUTBREAK?

Cos Jen was after Fiona in lurching fashion at sport today, and I think I've caught it too. Actually, I think Fiona is some kind of zombie magnet. You ought to stick around her if you want an outbreak!

Hanyway. TROPFEST GOT RAINED OUT. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.

That was the obligatory squeal and rain dance.

You know, I think my family carries some kind of associate-raingod-ship. Whenever my dad washes the car, it rains. Whenever I wash my hair... it rains.

This is my Sunday:

Work: *stabs*
Teh Maggeh: *is le tired* *washes hair*
Stan: Hey, Tropfest starts in an hour, wanna come?
Teh Maggeh: Uh-ba-wah?

I staggered out of the house in a record ten minutes, excluding my mother making me clean the bathroom. Buses were scarce.

Toly: *drives past, completely failing to give me a lift*
Laivi: *waves leetle flag*
Teh Maggeh: Curse you! I shall have my revenge!

Then I arrived at the city. It was dark. The bottoms of my jeans were already wet from walking through long wet grass.

Teh Maggeh: *produces shiny new mobile* Staaaaan!
Stan: Hokay, so. There's a little park. It's empty. Then there's a big park. It's full. Go there.
Teh Magghe: Can't... see...
Liza: MAGGIE!!!
Teh Maggeh: AAGH!
Laivi: So... where's Stan?
Teh Maggeh: ...good question. *produces mobile*
Stan: Well, you see the big triangular screen-tower thing? There's an aisle to the Westpac side of it with this other tower thing, and you go up that aisle and then you turn left, and then right...

Ten minutes later...

Stan: Where are you?
Teh Maggeh: ...under a screen?
Stan: *le sigh* that's it, I'm coming to get you.
Rug: *waves leetle flag*
Liza: *produces thai food*
Stan's mobile: *ring ring*
Toly: Hey man... where are you guys?
Stan: ...okay, so there's this tower, right...

Five minutes later...

Toly and Alex: *rock up*
Stan's mobile: *ring ring*
Sasha: Hey man, where are you?
Stan: Augh!

Anyway, we all got food and sat around on Stan and Toly's rugs - my dad had actually insisted that I bring along one of those weirds little camping no-chairs which just provides support and waterproofity, but rug was more comfortable. The not-chair did, however, come into sue later...

Teh Maggeh: Wow, look at the pretty sky... all pretty and grey... ooh, thunder!
Everyone: ...
Tropfest Announcers: Er, we will be having a, uh, shortened interval, in case it... in case it...
Sky: *grumbles*
Movies: *valiantly continue*
Sky: *proceeds to pour*
Teh Maggeh: *produces umbrella*
Umbrella: *proceeds to leak*
Liza: NO! I'M NOT GIVING UP AND RUNNING FOR SHELTER! RAR!
Stan: Don't worry guys, really heavy rain never lasts long.
Everyone: ... ... ...
Val: *attempts to shield cigarette*
Rain: *continues to hammer on down*

We migrated to the shelter of some building, losing Liza, Laivi, Alex and Toly along the way. A decision was made to find a bus stop, or something.

Stan: I know where we're going!
Sasha: You also knew that the rain would stop soon.
Stan: Shut up!

By this point my jeans were enturely soaked, and the previously mentioned not-chair thing was coming in handy to shelter my extremely un-watertight bag, which contained various electronics. Everyone wa,s of course, enjoying the downpour - we passed one group of randoms splashing around in the fountain (well, they were wet anyway...) and another group skipped (no, really) past us with a broken umbrella that looked like a twisted witches hat, signing... yes, you guessed it... "Siiinging in the raaaain!"

Of course we attempted to arrange a gallant rescue from someone in a car. Stan's side of the conversation went something like this: Celene, lift! ...you're where? ...guys, he's in W[some suburb I didn't catch]. In his car. In his underwear. With the heater on. Yes, he ran all the way to where his car was parked. ...okay, Celene? Can you pick me up at that big obelisk on Elizabeth? ...you know, the huge phallic one. ...what do you mean you don't know where it is?! It sticks out of the street like a... fine. Fine, we'll wait at the train station.

Soon enough Sasha removed his sandals entirely. He complained that Stan's so called waterproof rug was completely waterlogged, at which point Stan reasonably pointed out that it defeats the purpose of not letting water pass through it when both sides are wet anyway.

Teh Maggeh: Waaah, this isn't doing my cold any good at alll.
Stan: Shut up, I have my first day of university tomorrow!
Teh Maggeh: At least you'll have a funny story to tell all your new uni friends?

Eventually Sasha, Val and I were picked up by Alex and Toly, who had apparantly had the same idea as Celene and were sitting in Toly's car in their underwear with the heater on (Stan waited for Celene). The car smelled a little bit like strawberries and a lot like burning. Shortly the heater was switched off. Toly was somewhat paranoid about us dripping water all over his car, but being squished in the backseat is somewhat less conducive to semi-nakedness than sitting in separate front seats as they were. On the bright side, there is nothing quite like watching a guy in boxers and a girl in a bikini doing tricky hip-hop moves to the car radio while sort of slouching to see under the fog on the windscreen.

I got home alright, if dripping wet ~~and clearly depressed, he~~ and completely not bursting into random song lyrics.

Finally, a leetle tidbit from drama today. The task was a family conflict in groups of four, first realistically, and then unrealistically. Of course, even our realistic ones were somewhat... well, a leetle... this:

Daughter: Mum... I have something important to tell you.
Mother: Oh god you're a lesbian aren't you.
Daughter: No, mum, actually I'm a communist.
Mother: ...are you sure you're not a lesbian?
Daughter: Er, quite. I just feel like I can't affirm the capitalist regime any longer, you know?
Mother: This is your way fo telling me you're a lesbian, isn't it?

Suffice to say that in the UN-realistic version, my communist girl pulled a gun, and Zoe had a sore tyhroat from screaming about the horrors of lesbianism and communism. Chloe and Alix had an awesome little sister duo going, too - the nerd and the cheerleader. I leave you with the following quote:

Alix: Look, I gotta hang up, I think my sister's a lesbianist or a communist or like something...