Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Last three weeks – ace. Even though I’m sleeping like rubbish.

A few noteworthy things.

A poet I know was down from Wollongong and we had dinner. We dined locally to me, and I had the most divine three cheese gnocchi. He seemed to like the work I presented and I’m going to submit a folio of twenty poems for some competition. I probably don’t have a chance in hell, but it’ll be good to just try, eh?

A few weeks ago, I got insulted in the city by a drug addict. He took offence to me offering to buy him food instead of just giving him money. Well, I do declare. I didn’t realise beggars could be so hoity-toity. He told me he didn’t like my attitude. Wow, I got burnt by a hobo. That’s talent.

Last night, whilst waiting outside cheap-but-nasty Camy’s Dumpling House in Chinatown, two whities and Asians got into some fisticuffs. One Asian dude was really lucky not to get glassed by a bottle, by the bogan chick. In her defence, Asian dude attacked her first, very violently. It was actually fucking scary. They apparently had been waiting an hour for food that never arrived. The fellow that left was polite, but then when bogan woman got attacked, bogan boyfriend came to the rescue and it was quite the melee.

We headed off to nearby Shanghai Noodle House which is much quieter and the service is way better. Oh my, the drunken chicken is delish.

Meeting new cats. With pantaloons.

Been meaning to do some reviews of some restaurants I went to, but exif data means the photos of said cuisine will not show the photos in the correct orientation. It is extremely frustrating.