Saturday night with Derby Girls

A showing of Hell On Wheels at the Film Archives, and then drinks, late dinner and dancing to the Hardy Ha Ha's at Watusi (what used to be Tupelo*).

Movie was good, a documentary about much politicking in the early Texas Roller Derby scene. Made an attempt to collect money for the first bout at the beginning of next year... not a great effort on my part I must confess. But much kudos to Illicit Misfit, Tuff Bikkies and the rest of the Fundraising Committee for making the whole thing work. Hard to believe how hard events are to pull off unless you've seen the underside and the places where the ends of all the threads are tucked in.

Band, Bar.

Watusi: new bar in an old place in Wellington. And food! Proper food! Don't get me wrong, I adore toasted sandwiches with my jugs of beer (a la Mighty Mighty), but NOTHING beats the slices of meat pie at Watusi. Best. Pie. In. Town. Other people ate burgers and some kind of fish salad thing that I think was made from raw marinated fish. Miss Genocide had a prawn cocktail. She liked. Fruity cocktail things were also highly recommended - Grass Skirt Mule with pear and chili was the biggest hit with the RCRD. Deco included animal print covered booth. I was sold.

How much fun are the Hardy Ha Ha's? Very, very good fun. I danced with Born Lippy in front of the band until my brain almost jiggled out of my ears... I may have to stalk them next time they're in Wellington. Why can't I be in a Rockabilly band? I'd be 60-70% cooler and I could play the tambourine and wear more animal print. God I love animal print.

And then I scabbed a ride to Mt Victoria where I broke into the Boy's flat and climbed into his bed. He is no longer surprised to find me there when he gets home on Saturday night. I think I should stop doing this as I it's basically quite a creepy thing for me to do, despite how much I want to sleep in his bed. So no more of that behaviour young miss *tuts disapprovingly at self*.

 

* → Tupelo: such fond memories. I had this friend who worked at Brava when I had just left high school, and how excited was I to hang out with the hip hip Brava crowd? I went with her to her staff Christmas function at Tupelo and drank too many cocktails in an effort to look sophisticated and ended up crawling under the table and across the floor to reach the toilet so I could throw my guts up. The Accountant held my hair back←