Thursday, June 30, 2005
The Beanie Festival
Soundtrack: “The Cat Empire” by The Cat Empire. It has a song called “Beani” about a guy who wears beanies all the time
After bloody 10am checkout and being laughed at by Stefan in reception, I set off down Larapinta Drive to search for the Araluen Gallery, where the Beanie Festival was being held. The mind boggles. Beanies everywhere, of every size, shape and colour. There was one with a palm tree and deck chairs beside a paddling pool on top of it, another with a big eff-off snake wound round it. I, myself, bought one of Penny’s creations: a fuchsia-and-purple beanie with flower-petal style edging around the top. I caught up with her, and she showed me how to finish off the beanies that I had started crocheting on the train.
I got on the Ghan back down to Adelaide at 2pm. It was a much quieter journey, as the train was half-empty and everybody had a row to themselves, which was lovely. I crocheted until I ran out of wool, and I read “A Town Like Alice.” I had dinner, and I got smashed on vodka-and-coke and watched “School Of Rock.” Then I watched “Spider-Man 2,” and managed to zonk out from sheer tiredness for the film’s major climactic scenes. When I came to, Kirsten Dunst was just leaving Tobey Maguire’s editor’s son at the altar. Ah well. I still managed to get six or seven hours’ sleep after that anyway. Yay for vodka.
After bloody 10am checkout and being laughed at by Stefan in reception, I set off down Larapinta Drive to search for the Araluen Gallery, where the Beanie Festival was being held. The mind boggles. Beanies everywhere, of every size, shape and colour. There was one with a palm tree and deck chairs beside a paddling pool on top of it, another with a big eff-off snake wound round it. I, myself, bought one of Penny’s creations: a fuchsia-and-purple beanie with flower-petal style edging around the top. I caught up with her, and she showed me how to finish off the beanies that I had started crocheting on the train.
I got on the Ghan back down to Adelaide at 2pm. It was a much quieter journey, as the train was half-empty and everybody had a row to themselves, which was lovely. I crocheted until I ran out of wool, and I read “A Town Like Alice.” I had dinner, and I got smashed on vodka-and-coke and watched “School Of Rock.” Then I watched “Spider-Man 2,” and managed to zonk out from sheer tiredness for the film’s major climactic scenes. When I came to, Kirsten Dunst was just leaving Tobey Maguire’s editor’s son at the altar. Ah well. I still managed to get six or seven hours’ sleep after that anyway. Yay for vodka.
