hIgH vIbEs
25 September 2007, 19:54
The little McG family trotted down to High Vibes in Northcote on Sunday. High Vibes is a massive day-long street party on High Street Northcote, the last day of the famed Darebin Music Feast. There were mini raves outside cafes, street performers, weird feral guys parading half-nude in alcohol-induced fervour and spliffs being handed around in plain view (oh how prim I have become on the hearth of motherhood!). Oh. And 20 month old babies grooving along the tram tracks to the music.
Scout frikkin’ loved it. Her new phrase (because she, like, totally knows what it means) is “Bomb da bass”. True. And she only has to hear a bass in the distance and she starts dancing. In fact, the world could be deathly silent and she’d find something to dance to. There were thousands of people milling around, passing spliffs and stripping off their flannies (horror!) and she wasn’t fazed at all. That’s me girl…
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So McG is off to Sydney tomorrow for 4 days and I think Scout knows. Today, as she polished off her “bapple” for dessert, every sound outside would be greeted with “Daddy?”. When I explained that it wasn’t Daddy, not just yet, soon, the bottom lip protruded sadly and quivered ever so heartbreakingly. So I think she suspects he’s pissing off to days of beer-infested “talks” masquerading as “work”. Just as well she’s hanging out with a woman who knows BETTER!
What else? Blah blah. I’ve just finished a whole frikkin’ hour of major dejavu conniptions. It’s really f^&%ing annoying, just quietly, one after the other after the other in a steady stream and usually precedes a migraine which is, of course, why I’m on the computer because that makes it SOOOOO much better. Sigh.
We are under siege in our home with a mini plague of mice in the kitchen. Here I was, congratulating myself on a rodent-free winter, when the little fuckers decide to spring clean the back of our oven in late September. Mouse poop dusted off with a little splash of pungent mouse pee. Sweeping the spaces in the walls with an incessant “scratch, scraaaaatch” (a bit like Toshio, only smaller. And less blue). Oh, those mice are so yesterday’s mice when Kinki gets a hold of them. Problemo is we can’t use poisons in the house because of Scout, so it’s those ineffectual little Mortein “No See, No touch” traps. Terrific. No see the mouse sliced in half with their arses full of cheese lard, NOT. If they can even be bothered catching them in the first place.
Right then. Off to watch my ABC trilogy – Spicks & Specks (hoping Hamish is on), Chaser and Summer Heights High (20 mins later: Kinki realises they are on Wednesday, not Tuesday. Sighx2).
More High Vibes photos .
Permanent Link | - ugh, sucks to be under siege to mice. i know that all too well. i suggest good ol’ regular snap traps with snickers bar for bait. put the traps on newspaper and when you get one, just fold up the newspaper and throw it away. also get the triple expanding foam cream at the hardware store and pull out all of your appliances and fill all the holes in the wall with it. works like a charm.
— gleek Sep 25, 11:32 PM #
