I got woken up several times during the night, by torrential rain outside.

When the alarm went off, and I woke up again, it was raining again, ugh.

It stopped raining about 9.30am, and the road was starting to dry up, so I figured that I should go to work today.

I got up, got ready. There's not much breakfast cereal left, I'll have to get some on the way home, so I took my backpack with me.

I was about to leave, when I remembered that I was going to see the Beatnix again tonight, so I took my waterproof pants with me, in case it's raining this afternoon, when I come back from work.

I went out, shoved all the stuff in my bike, and took off.

I got about 5km away from home, when it started pouring with rain. I couldn't see anything, my pants got soaked straight through.

Oh yuck, I think I'll just go home again, I tried to go to work.

I got a little bit further up the road, and I felt water run into my shoe.

In true Homer Simpson style, when he's pulling on his "stupid itchy church pants", and he tears the ass of them, I decided "Forget it, I'm not going".

I figured I'd just go up to the intersection of the highway, and instead of going left, and to the freeway, I'd go right, to the supermarket, to get some food, and then go home again.

I got a little bit further, and the rain stopped.

I got to the intersection, thought about going home again, but then saw blue sky up north, so I decided to keep going.

I went up, got on the freeway, got a few kilometres up the freeway, before the service station, there was a cop sitting in the breakdown lane, because the road was all wet, I wasn't speeding, so that was ok.

I got to the service station, fuelled up.

Yuck, my pants are soaked.

I went in to pay, and my phone rang, it was a guy from work, telling me about a meeting they're going to have or something. I said I was on my way, and would be there in about 45 minutes. I got off the phone, paid.

I took off, kept heading for work, the road was all wet, and about 10km further up the freeway, it was dry.

I got all the way to work without issue, my pants were mostly dry when I got there, from the breeze/wind chill of heading to work.

The ass off them was still soaked though, which was pretty uncomfortable.

I got to work, at 11.30am. I finished off the code I'd been working on.

About 1pm, I went across the road, had some lunch, the weather was totally cleared up now. Stupid weather, sick of it.

I went back, did another few hours of coding, and I left work at 5.30pm.

It was an awful trip back, slow idiots all over the road. The weather had gone cold and overcast too. I hoped it didn't rain.

About halfway down the freeway, the sun came out, and it was nice weather again.

I headed to my mate's place at Wyong, I got there a bit after 6pm, he was just having a shower, so I sat in the loungeroom and chatted to his parents.

He came out, we chatted for a bit, and then we jumped in his Dad's car, a bit before 7pm, and my mate's Dad drove us to Mingara.

We went in, I showed my license, and the woman's like "Queensland? still live up there?" "yep, I certainly do". What else am I going to do? tell her "oh, no, I don't, here's my expired NSW license with the address where I'm living on it". Pff.

I signed in as a visitor, and then went to find something to eat.

There was a cafe place with a menu, so I was about to go and look there, I realised I only had some change, nothing in my wallet.

I went back to the ATM, and got out $60, went back, looked at the menu.

My mate had gone to the loo, he'd just come back. I worked out what I wanted, and ordered it, and the chick gave me a beeper thing.

We wandered over to the bar, grabbed a drink each.

After I'd got mine, and my mate was ordering his, I noticed a cocktail list on the bar, hmm, a Cosmopolitan looks good, I like Contreau.

We walked back over to the cafe place, found a table, sat and waited.

They came over the PA, and said that the doors for the concert were now open, and would be closing at 8pm.

My mate went to find out about paying for it, went down to the area, and then he came back, and told me that it was seated, and you had to buy a ticket from the ticket office.

Our other mate was supposed to be getting here about 8pm, and I was a bit worried about the doors being closed.

I gave my mate $40, and sent him to buy 4 tickets, while I waited for my meal (still).

I called him, told him the story. I got off the phone. My mate came back with 4 tickets, $13.50 each they were.

I was wondering if I was going to get my meal, the beeper finally went off at 7.45pm. 25 minutes to make a humburger? gees. I went over and got it, came back, started eating.

My mate called me back, I was eating, so I let my mate answer it, he spoke for a minute, then gave me the phone, I spoke to my mate, someone else was coming too (I thought it was just him and some woman from work) so he wanted another ticket. I said I'd sort it out, and got off the phone.

I asked my mate to go and get another ticket, gave him $10 I had in my pocket, change from the food I bought.

He went off to buy the 5th ticket.

He came back with it, I finished eating, we quickly finished our drinks, and went down to where the concert was.

I was now a couple of minutes before 8pm.

The woman in front was telling the security guard that she had tickets for extra people, so he said that he'd take them, hold them, and the extra people could tell him who they were, and be let in.

Some woman came over to the door with a map, to show us to our seats, my mate went with her.

I stayed there, and told the guard I was in the same situation, and had extra tickets, I gave them too him, he wrote my name on them, and then I went over and sat down.

My mate went over to get a drink at the bar. I sat there for a minute.

I sent an sms to my mate, letting him know how to get in, when he gets here.

I decided that I wanted another drink too, then realised that I had no cash left, because I'd given it all to my mate to buy the extra tickets with.

I went over to the guard, and said I had to go to the ATM, he gave me some random ticket he'd collected off someone, I went up to the ATM, and got another $60, and then I went back down, gave him back the ticket, said I'd been in there, went back in, and went over to the bar.

My mate had just got to the bar, so he ordered his drinks, got them, and went and sat back down.

I got served by a guy behind the bar that looked like a total stoner, his eyes were bright red, and right around his eyes as well.

I asked him if I could get a couple of screwdrivers, I didn't want to drink any carbonated crap.

He said I could, but I'd have to remind him what they were. "Vodka and orange", "oh yeah", and he went about making them.

I paid, grabbed them, and went back to the table.

Ugh, these are going to be as bad as they look.

House vodka, and orange "drink". I had a sip out of one of them, yep, just as bad as I thought. The orange drink almost tastes like pineapple juice.

The Beatnix came on about 8.10pm. They were pretty good this time.

I turned my chair around, to face the stage, otherwise I would have had a totally stuffed neck after about 5 minutes.

The seat was a really crap position, because of the way the tables were set out, people kept going in and out in front of me, so I have to squeeze in so they'd fit, then they'd block the stage, and more than likely step on my foot.

The stepping on my foot didn't really annoy me, because I had boots on, it was just the "oh, sorry mate" everytime someone would do it, just shutup and get out of the way.

More people went in and out in front of me, this is really annoying now.

I moved the chair from behind me out of the way, and moved my chair back, so they were inside the area before the end of the table.

My other mate and the 2 people he came with (a woman and a chick he works with at Target) turned up about 8.40pm.

I had to move my chair forward again, so they could sit down.

The woman paid me straight away, a $10 note and a whole bunch of loose change.

The chick gave me $10, I didn't say anything, figured it wasn't worth chasing up $3.50.

She then asked if was $10, I told her it was $13.50, so she gave me another $4, I fished into the loose change (I hate loose change, and wanted to get rid of it) found change, and gave it back.

My mate gave me $5, said he needed to get change of a $20 note.

We sat and watched the show, while more people went in and out so I had to keep squashing up, and getting stepped on.

A couple of times, the woman who was sitting behind me, would start speaking to me, I'd turn my head around so I could hear what she was saying, and some idiot would trip over my feet.

We kept watching the show, they went off for a break at about 9pm.

We sat and chatted for a while, I went and got another drink (I'd finished both the other ones I'd got).

They came back on about 9.30pm, for the second half of the show.

They did a couple of songs this time, that I haven't heard them do before.

The woman spoke to me again, I turned around, someone tripped over my feet, and nearly went A over T, that was pretty funny, I must admit.

The show finished up, they went off, everyone made a bit of noise, and they came back on to do a couple more songs, then they went off again.

The curtains had closed, some chick climbed up on to the stage, and went through the gap in the curtains.

It was about 10.30pm now, we sat and chatted in there for a while, while cleaners went around and straightened up all the tables.

We moved out of there a bit after 11pm, to go and get more drinks.

We went up to the bar we'd gone to before, I ordered a Cosmopolitan, and the chick made it up, it'll want to be good, for $9.

The others got more drinks, then we found a table, and sat down.

Someone went off, and came back a few minutes later with a few packets of chips, we sat and ate those, and chatted.

There was "band" playing near there, just a couple of guys pretending to play guitars, and a chick singing, over a midi backing track.

We sat there chatting for ages, about 12.30am, my mate and the woman and chick who'd turned up late left, we didn't leave with them, because they had someone to come and pick them up, and we wouldn't have all fit.

I stayed there with my mate, we chatted until after 1am, then he wanted more food, so we went over, he bought a couple of packets of chips from the vending machine, and we went out and got in a taxi.

We chatted to the taxi driver about the Beatles and stuff on the way back to my mate's place, it was a $30 something cab fare when we got there, I paid $12, my mate had already paid $20.

We went inside my mate's house, I noticed it was 1.30am.

I grabbed my stuff, and took off, headed for home.

I got home just after 2am.

I sat and drank some water, mucked around on the computer for a bit, and then I went to bed just before 3am, watched an episode of The Office that was on tivo, turned it off and went to sleep a bit after 3am.