Aari = Stoopit

I traded in my old Nokia 6280 phone for a N73. Oh man oh man! It is GORGEOUS! 3.2MP, Carl Zeiss optics, 3G. OS is not my favourite kind, but hey. Whatever works, right? Also, true to Aari Tradition, I have already dropped it once. I am now keeping it snug in my Crumpler phone pouch, so that it will keep the phone semi-safe. At least for a few more days.

Anyways, I got Juliet into my Punkin' Mobile, and we zipped over to the Curve from the Kakiseni office. I was s'posed to do a review for the website (I've YET to submit my other review...ok, ok. I've yet to WRITE my other review, bwahahaha! :p) of this all-in-one night spot, and I hauled Juliet along as usual.

I suspect she agreed to go with me because she'd dragged me out to watch "In 1969", which I found quite..uh...let's not go there.

We took a lot of pictures of the location, and I acted like a total brat. I'd made up my mind from the previous visit there, that I wasn't going to bother dressing up just so I could fit in to a classy looking, artsy joint like this particular place. Such a webel, me.

Okay, was gonna post up some pictures, but blogger is fucked. I'll do it when I wake up, *yawn*....

Update: Piccies, in no particular order...

Surreal stairway...



Muzzy reviewer...



Very real alcoholic...



You can buy this!!! I was fixated on it.



Live performance, art gallery, bar...what else can you hope for?