This one's for Casey

I thought I'd do a little something for Casey, as a parting gift, and I wish him the best of luck. God I'll miss him! Ok, sure this post might be peppered with some my own angst, but STILL, where else is he going to see his name in print? Heh heh.

I usually don't do quick and dirty posts (hmm, quick and dirty eh, you're thinking, god you're all sick), but I've been thinking back on what I've been up to lately, and the details are getting fuzzier by the day, and if I don't do something about it, it'll be gone forever. FOREVER. Even Anney tells me she looks forward to my posts more than Facebook updates. Ah, facebook. That old thing. Hmph, still around, I see. Ugh.

Anyway, rewind to the 8th October. It was a balmy Friday night, and someone had just joined the company, so we were having drinks at the local. I didn't get there till later, so it was just the four of us left, Casey, Katrena and Patrick, who apparently could drink us all under the table and then would probably think that we couldn't hold our drinks or something.

Somehow word had gotten out that I'd split from Vay. (Ugh, god, is there a post where he doesn't come up?) and I was cordially invited to pour my heart out and bitch to my heart's content. It was still pretty fresh at the time, and Casey and Katrena were offering gems of advice. This was the night that he wanted to see me before he left for his trip to Indonesia to see his ex and get some closure. Closure? It's been more than 3 years, and he wanted closure on a relationship that he had ended, and in which time the girl had already moved on, has a boyfriend (so I'm told) and is living overseas? So what does he do? Break up our relationship to get some closure on one that was already broken up. And what does he have to show for it now? Nothing but two broken relationships and two broken hearts. As for him, he'll get his come-uppance. Hee hee, I've always wanted to use that word.

Whoops, sorry about all that, went off on a bit of a tangent there. Meh, had to come out sooner or later.

So out of sympathy or possibly even the goodness of his own heart, later that evening, Casey invited me to a drinks gathering in Darlinghurst, at an artsy looking bar called Lo-Fi. I don't even remember the route we took now, but it was worth the walk. Sure I might have had doubts, and I can't say that I didn't have a little anxiety about socialising with unfamiliar people on the way there, but Casey was firm and quietly reassuring me that this would do me a world of good, he was practically doing me a favour. In fact, if I didn't shut up now, he'd leave me stranded in the middle of Darlinghurst. Or something along those lines.

It was a retro looking bar, where there were already a few of Casey's and Annabey's friends (Edwina, Mark, Alex, and Aria) sitting on the balcony that overlooked Taylor Square. I grabbed a random glass of wine from the bar, and joined them, where I listened in like an eavesdropper and even managed to join in a bit. When it got cold we retreated indoors for more random conversation, where I remember talking to Edwina and Mark, who I was delighted to find out were cyclists, and would later be cycling to meet us at yet another understatedly cool pizza joint called Mad Pizza e Bar. It just made me want to live in the inner city. I'd be cycling everywhere.

Before deciding on Mad Pizza though, we stopped off at Casey's cute lil' apartment (even he had two bikes propped against the wall, god I was jealous), and met up with Zoe. Actually I'm not sure when Zoe turned up (well I can't be responsible for all my wheelings and dealings) but she was also nice company. I think I complimented her on her scarf.

It was about 9 something when we got there, and got a long table upstairs in the private banquet room, as you do. The place was buzzing, so I don't know how we managed that, but it was an unusual looking room, with a cardboard moose head on the wall, and what appeared to be unopened bottles of Bollinger against this mirror? Oh, you know, just for decoration... They even had an ipod speaker, so we could've tuned our own music. I love places that offer that. I'll give 'em my playlist next time. And THEN that'll be what you call classy.

We ended up ordering about 6 pizzas to share between the 9 of us (a guy named Jeremy turned up later out of the blue), so it worked out alright. I particularly liked the de mario (with roasted pumpkin - I like roasted pumpkin on anything) and the lamb pizza was a bit of alright too. We all got glasses of different red wines (I went with Teusner's The Independent Shiraz Mataro, that's right, I picked it by the sound of its name), and it actually turned out quite well. That's how good I am.

At about 11pm, and Zoe, Aria and I walked back to King's Cross. I caught the train with Aria and we talked about random stuff like where to get the best cat's poo coffee, and how free she felt when she left home and lived with some flat mates. Which was something I was hoping to do with the ex, but that never eventuated. Anyway, that's his loss. Now I'll have to find someone else to bed and make wild passionate love with. Oh well...