yay me. root the rest of you

perth was good.i was still sick with the bullshit chest cold thing that has decided to stalk me again. but i survived. i was boring boring girl, though. lots of sitting about. but i had a neat time.
seems i'm about the only person from melbourne who didn't get into a fight with another melbournian, think the boat cruise was too long, bitch about the djing roster/payrate/whatever, score an illicit* root, dance with an international teacher or flaunt my knickers to perth.
i had a good time. and i really dug the djing. thank FUCK for oldskool swing. small group, hot shit, billy holiday motherfukking awesome music. except for a melbournian set that could have come straight from cbd. gag. and holy JESUS it was good to dance with guys who move their goddamn FEET. yaHOO for that shit!
AND - unlike EVERY SINGLE MELBOURNE LEAD - those perth guys give you lots and lots of room. they don't squish you, wrench your arm or rush you. yippee!
i went on a boat cruise and loved it. i saw dolphins.
i saw local bands.
i ate cake in fremantle.
i ate superior chinese at 1am with a table featuring a thai american, a chinese australian, an american chinese australian and my squeeze. neat.
i didn't get drug into a stupid bitch fight.
i totally kicked arse in the charleston performance. or that's how i remembered it. until i saw the photos. how come i was the only one doing the moves that way when i KNEW the goddang routine? still, i would totally have done that mutha all on my own if those babies had pulled out. i totally MEMORISED that fukker! AND it was an all-inclusive group: anyone who wanted could be in it. i'm all for that. no more of that bullshit fukking arsehole exclusive-invite-only-audition-fukker routine fukking shit. i am totally FOR the people, not my own arse-wiping ego.

so yay me.

and yay the squeeze for totally wooing perth. i don't think there was a single woman he didn't have all fluttery in his arms at some point. including the ever-critical catrine-from-sweden.

*illicit i said illicit