Rewind: The Night Before

With all the excitement of seeing The Cure, I've neglected to talk about last Saturday night.

Saturday afternoon was spent over in Lara with Robb, continuing work on a video clip we're making for Tahoe (which, incidentally, is currently sitting at No. 7 on the Triple J Unearthed Roots chart).

It was quite the intensive afternoon, so I was a bit weary by the time I got home and prepared to go out.

It was Adam's 30th birthday, and Anna threw a surprise party for him at the Lincoln Hotel in Carlton. It's a great little pub, and the open fire and spicy food was welcome on a chilly winter night.

We met some very cool people from Adam's lab, and some of his friends all the way over from Sweden. Not sure if they only came for the party. Probably not, but if they did . . . awesome.

It may have been the four pints consumed in the space of two hours, or it may have been the strange Swedish chewing-tobacco that was being handed around, but at some point I started feeling a little unwell.

I suspect it was the tobacco . . . those crazy Swedes. And I wasn't the only victim of this strange Scandinavian concoction.

Admittedly, it may have been the combination. The upshot was that we ended up leaving a little earlier than expected.

Still, it was a great night. Happy birthday Adam, and welcome to the 30 club.

Greg, you're next.