December 2004

December started off as a pretty busy month. On the first Saturday night was Sams birthday dinner as well as an O.B. for NOVA 96.9. Greig and I bumped in the O.B. at GAS Nightclub in the afternoon before sneaking off to dinner with Sam at a nice pizza restaurant in Surry Hills. Sam turned 29. It's amazing to think that we have known each other for about 8 years now. When I first me him he was only 21 and I was only . . . ummmmmm . . . 8 years younger than I am now.

DJ Worship at Solar Stone

I left the dinner early to be at the club when the first DJ started. I wanted to run a tape across his set as well as ensure that everything was sounding OK. I also didn't want to have to struggle past the crowd of punters and try to talk my way past the door apes to get back in. The international DJ for the night was SolarStone who did a great 3 hour set. You gotta love these gigs.

So once again the club filled up with kids 20 years younger than me. It always amazes me at these gigs just how different they are from gay dance parties. (I'm probably repeating myself here.) At gay parties everyone dances with everyone else. At straight parties everyone dances with the DJ. Actually, they don't dance as such - they sort of wave their hands in the air, except for the couple of guys on the outside edge of the dance floor, obviously off their tits moving at a million beats per minute.

One of the dancers
at the Christmas party.

Later in the week was my work Christmas Party. Naturally, I don't get to actually party at this event - I get to spend the day setting up a lighting rig and programme lights. Everyone else gets to party. There was one highlight though - we arranged a show which was a dance troop in the style of "Tap Dogs". These 4 young guys and one girl danced up a sweaty storm on the floor, leaving most of the crowd breathless. They weren't so much taken by the dancing, but by the guys themselves. A couple of them were real hotties. The party finished at midnight and it took me another hour to bump everything out before I could head home. God I hate doing lights.

Jimi held his Client Christmas BBQ. Just another excuse to fire up the mardi-gra-bq. It was a nice afternoon where all of his clients get together and bitch about him.

I also saw the movie "Team America". I found it purile, childish, insulting and extremely funny. Actually, I was very impressed with the sets in the movie as well as the heads on the puppets. The boys certainly have a winner on their hands (in the category of "The Most Gratuitous Use Of The Word "Fuck" in a Screen Play").

I also bit the bullet this month and did something about my out of control hair. I spent a small fortune and 2½ hours sitting in a chair talking about how the party scene has gone down hill with my 19 year old hair dresser while she attached aluminium foil to my head, presumably to stop the government from reading my thoughts. I now have tri-colour hair. I refuse to acknowledge that I look like a moggy!

It's a very Sheridan Christmas.

On Christmas Eve Greig and I jumped into the car and headed off to beautiful downtown Wellington, NSW. It's about a 5 hour drive to get there including a stop for lunch in Bathurst, a city famous for people driving very fast. Wellington is a city famous for people driving very slow.

Once we checked into Greig parents house, we went about the very serious business of eating too much. This took us about 3 days to finish properly. We also got to play with a small white hyperactive kitten that seemed to have the attention span of a goldfish. We teased it for about an hour and decided to call it Dory. Later that night we found a large white very tired looking cat and decided it was Dory's mother. The two were duly reunited, despite the older cats protests.

Christmas day was spent eating followed by a day of eating on Boxing day. Before we left Wellington the day after, we managed to squeeze in a bit of eating. On the way home we dropped in to see my brother, Barry who now lives in Oberon with his wife. We had a cup of tea, but didn't eat anything.

On New Years Eve I headed out to the Midnight Shift. You think I would have learnt from last January, but there you go. You will have to wait until next month to find out just how bad it was.