So the drought breakers in the form of rohan and I struck again when we headed off to queenscliff music festival - and we weren't even on the motorbike... We headed down fri after work and made home for the weekend the rather spiffy barwon heads 13th beach resort where they were much nicer to me after I'd filled out my name with my title of Dr. We had thought we might go see pseudo echo fri night but instead spent the evening in ocean grove with lach and jane and the sleeping fin.
Sat started with our planned breakfast feast thwarted by the fact that the hotplate wouldn't work so I couldn't sizzle my bacon (no that is not a euphemism for anything)....it just went more pear shaped from there. The heavens opened and as I checked the radar on my phone I said to Rohan 'surely it can't rain all day'.
Famous.
Last.
Words.
Rain all day it did.
Torrential rain in fact.
More rain than has ever been recorded on one day at this time of year in the geelong region.
So much rain that we had to drive through a flooded patch of road to get to queenscliff. If it was not the lure of the triffids my all time fave aussie band (sans david mccomb - r.i.p you genius), then I would have curled up in a ball and hidden inside. Instead I curled up in my raincoat and headed for the lighthouse tent (after a quick diversion with carus thompson), where I spent a sensational two and a half hours as the triffids played their way through the whole born sandy devotional album, followed by some fave hits. Rob Snarski and the blackeyed susans (sans warren ellis- he's too cool and parisian for them now), mick harvey, alexander gow from oh mercy and my new fave on stage preacher, simon breed, made appearances on stage. It was 2 and a half hours of heaven.
Meanwhile the heavens kept pouring. We left the tent to search for food and took shelter in the dumpling tent, followed by donuts for desert. Such a healthy meal... Soon it was time for Henry Wagons and I marvelled at the fact that someone who more than slightly resembles Bill Oddie can be a sex symbol. Soon I was scared off by the drunk teenagers and the fact that I had lost all feeling in my fingers and toes and appeared to have the early stages of hypothermia.
Sunday dawned not bright and sunny, but grey and rainless and that was good enough for me. We began with Lannie Lane, who I hadn't seen before and would be happy to see again as long as she doesn't talk too much - every time she speaks I want to punch her in the face, but her singing voice is quite magical. Then david bridie and my friend the chocolate cake were on my menu. Rohan decided that david broke his marriage up so he had more material to write songs in minor keys about, but I figure that's a bit harsh. Far too soon we were heading home so rohan could face the beast that was exam marks that needed to be entered by monday....In 3 days I had seen a classic aussie band and my fave aussie band of all time - does life get any better than this?
I'm left with the thought that meredith is only 2 weeks away and surely it can't rain then too....can it?
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