Snap!

Caved into Linda's pleading of the last...year or so and bought a digital camera. It'll be a Christmas present to each other from each other. Which reminds me, I still have to buy her birthday present. Argh.

Friday night was interesting, for various definitions of the word. Started off normally, with a friend graduating from the Police Academy in Joondalup, near an incredibly ugly porcupine-like building (this picture doesn't show just how ugly the building looks from the street. Or from just about anywhere within a half kilometre radius.). I never knew eight sets of bagpipes could be so loud. Afterwards we bought dinner and congregated at the house of another SES member's house to eat.

I dropped a sleepy Linda off at home and I head off to James' place, arriving at midnight to find James slaying allcomers at some random PS2 beat-em-up with his nonchalent drunken button-mashing. By 1am the half dozen had dropped to three, and then one as the host decided he wanted to pike. Gave riverstar a lift home; I'd bummed a lot of lifts in my carless days, so it's nice being able to return the favour every now and then.

I then drove to the second party of the night, which also appeared to be winding down. It eventually because clear that Fred's sombre mood was probably due to the fact that an hour earlier, Katy^H^H^Hatherine's car had been stolen, and her house subsequently broken into. Ouch. After detouring to provide another someone a lift home I got home at 3am.

In other news, I did hear that a For Sale sign had appeared in front of the DNA Tower in King's Park...