day sixty six

the village; yarraville; twee springs to mind; mark moved there; coburg to yarraville; oh the contrast; decided to do something different; matina & i decided to go visit mark; a night out at the commercial in the village; due to driving restrictions; long weekend and all; we were forced to use public transport; and no i won't go on; i won't go on about how fucked public transport is in melbourne; actually make that australia; fuuuuuuuuuck; when are we gunna get it right? it took us 1hr 10mins by train; ok i am going on about it;
















the great thing was; walking from train station to the commercial hotel; 10-15mins; through tweeville; to this; these photos i have taken below; so love the port; its a welcomed juxtaposition in tweeville; always loved a back lane; wink
















rocked up at the commercial; munted & intoxicated through inhalation; as well as the fucking effort it took in relying on connex to get us there; it was a different space; "nice" change; too many drag & show bags for my liking; great location though; middle-of-nowhere; hmmm the port; met mark & his housemate mel; good times roll; yabbered on about shite; mel is canadian; here as internat. studette; like the rest of us; on the prowl for a decent rooster/boar; think she lucked out on the venue; arhahhahaah
















well all good times must come to and end; our end was 11:15pm; couldn't miss the last hell train from tweeville to shity; the whole experience from pub to home; 1hr 40mins; i'm going back to drink driving & back streets; fuck all that for a fun night out! (in the background; a wee bear on his way to the laird)