Australian Idol, Hell & Phillip Seymour Hoffman

Yawn...morning.

Still recovering from my late night Friday after going out with a bunch of friends for mine and Little Lulu's birthdays.

First on the agenda was Ellington's Jazz Club. Not quite what we were expecting but lots of fun nevertheless, mostly due to the great company. As I mentioned the other day, I'm not into jazz but the show was a guy doing lots of 'crooner' type songs, ya know, Frank Sinatra, Deano...that sorta stuff and I couldn't help but groove out a little (the more vodka...the more groovin').

My girlfriends and I spent the evening trying to decide which member of the band was the cutest (the consensus was the double bass player who we named 'Fingers', with the trumpet player coming in a close second).

The drummer was...interesting. Lara Croft pointed out that he did indeed bear a striking resemblance to Phillip Seymour Hoffman. We spent the rest of the night trying to figure out if he was undressing us with his eyes or just going cross-eyed trying to read the music.

I caught up with some friends who I hadn't seen for a couple of months and was thrilled when they commented on how 'fabulous' I was looking (I was around 8kg heavier last time I saw them). I repaid their kind comments by making them listen to the whole 'Idiot Formerly know as Blockbuster Guy' story from scratch, which they seemed to enjoy, especially the bit when Lara Croft, Mowgli and I did a re-enactment of the shopping centre 'incident'.

The group split up around 11pm with Little Lulu et al heading off to an Irish Pub and Lara Croft, Mowgli and I trotting off to a bar called...'Deville's'. That's it..the photo above.

It's a kitsch little dance club/bar that has a 60's theme which revolves around..Hell. There's devils, a volcano, go-go girls in cages, obscure 60's and 70's clips on the big screen with music to match. Bizarrely, the DJ was Courtney Murphy, of Australian Idol fame (or not). Don't know quite how he landed that gig. His choice in music ranged from totally groovin' to absolute crap and we left when our dance shoes got bored..sometime after 1am, and was tucked up in bed shortly after 2.

Yesterday was quiet. Crumbed chicken breast stuffed with Camembert, followed by mud cake for my birthday lunch at mums and then home to crash on the couch and watch dvd's with the boy.

Got bored around 9pm and noticed BB Idiot was online at RSVP. Did you know that if you try to log in to RSVP with your username and get the password wrong 3 times you get locked out? I managed to get BB Idiot locked out and I went to bed all happy and feeling like I'd really accomplished something.