beerbottletops, babies, brass knuckles and botanical gardens

Last Saturday we went to see my cousins band play. I've never seen them play but I've always wanted to. We had so much fun - even though there were about 30 people there - and on the walk home we had a weird run in with a guy with brass knuckles who wanted to share a taxi but then became upset. This is how it all went down:

Brass knuckles guy: "Oh, that was my dad that just drove past!"
Our friend: "Oh yeah? How come he didn't pick you up and give you a ride home?"
Brass knuckles guy: "jnvsnvinvdiovnd - drunken babbling - dfinaiovnio"
{brass knuckles guy takes plate out of mouth with 3 teeth on it and we get a flash of brass knuckles}
All of us: Byebye! Have a good life!


Anyway, the band: my cousin ended up performing in his underpants (as he usually does) and my grandmother shook her head when I told her today. Apparently she's been cleaning my uncle's house whilst he's been on holidays and my two cousins have been making a mess. My grandma apparently put up a sign on the living room wall which said: "DO NOT THROW YOUR BEER BOTTLE-TOPS ON THE FLOOR!".

Actually, I don't know if she used caps, but I hope she did.

On Monday - or was it Tuesday - it was still cold but there was actually some sunshine so I packaged the baby mens up and we went down to the waterfront. But there were tractors and workmen digging shit up and it wasn't very nice (and since we're not at the age where tractors and digging-shit-up being fun...) we drove to the botanical gardens and watched the leaves blowing in the wind.

Of course even though there were barely any people in the gardens, we still managed to attract a few grannies who wanted to know all about the babies. I swear that every second grandma has had twins in their family.