Dogmatic

The invitation to the ‘Punk Metal Eviction Party’

Although I am feeling a little exhausted, the past week has been one awesome instance after the other. Last night, my girlfriend and I decided to go for a midnight stroll along St.Kilda beach. It was warm out and it seemed like the perfect thing to do. We walked to the beach which was a bit of an ordeal for yours truly as the doofus that I am - tried to break in some Doc Martin’s boots last week and subsequently my left heel is in a diabolical, painful mess! As we were crossing Acland St to head to the beach, we were approached by a guy who wanted to invite us to his weekend ‘Punk Metal Eviction Party’. He saw the camera over my shoulder and asked if I was a photographer. I said, “I try to be…” Anyway, we walked back to his table and he proceeded to draw the invitation for us. How he managed to do that is beyond me and whilst I humored him - my girlfriend was trying hard not to burst out laughing. On paper - pardon the pun - the party sounds like it is going to be a wild night. I am not sure if we do rock up, but if we do - I have been given carte blanche to take as many pics as I want. Which, could be very, very interesting!

The master of ceremonies preps the hand-drawn invitation