"What are you doing?" I said.
"Flower Drumming," she said.
"Cool, pick me and Cutthroat up," I said.
"Ok," she said.
So we walked down the hill to meet her. Tricktin came with us to ask Hipswell for a cigarette. He brought a knife in case she said no.
This is what it looks like when Hipswell picks you up to go Flower Drumming. Her hair is never in focus and most of the time she looks disappointed at you.
Tricktin got a cigarette and didn't have to stab anyone. He was stoked about that.
I called shotgun so the flowers had to sit in the back. Flower Drum flowers are rebels and rarely use seat-belts. Damn punks.
Hipswell was all, "Are you going to take pictures?" And I was all, "Fuck yeah I'm going to take pictures." And she was all, "Ok."
Cutthroat also had to sit in the back. She was happy about that.
But then Hipswell made her hold some flowers. It was a tough job. She concentrated really hard though and held them really well.
The event that Hipswell was Flower Drumming was in Dee Why. It was raining there too.
She couldn't find a park even though she was wearing glasses.
After like 34 minutes of Hipswell complaining about not finding a park she found a park and walked into the venue to do some Flower Drumming. It was pretty exciting.
Cutthroat and I put Hipswell in charge for the day so we could go and get coffee and hot chocolate. It was way more fun than flowers.
While we waited Cutthroat thought of ways she could overthrow Hipswell, and take control of her flower empire.
But then her hot chocolate came and she just thought about chocolate instead.
We came back and Hipswell wasn't even finished yet. If we owned watches we would have looked at them and yawned loudly.
This is a picture of her asking me to pass her some scissors. I couldn't find them.
That was a big disaster and Hipswell was mad at me. Even though this picture is in black and white, it's not the 40s. It's just a setting on the camera that makes it look like the 40s. Pretty tricky stuff.
"Hey Hipswell, quit with the coffee drinking and get back to the Flower Drumming! We're not paying you to drink coffee. We're not paying you at all!"
I like to think of this wall-lamp as a lonely tourist just getting off the plane on its first trip to Hawaii. Ten years of saving up holiday leave and here it is, looking for romance. Which way to the hotel lobby eh wall-lamp? Haha, you're a good kid.
MP was already raising the roof and the party hadn't even started.
"Take a picture of that flower bomb!" yelled Holly. I took a couple because I wanted a ride home. This is the only one with a bit of her head in it, it's my favourite.
This is another picture of the same flower bomb.
This is the first one again.
Hipswell tried to make a quick getaway.
But we caught up because she was holding a bucket.
We left after that. People at the venue asked if I was going to the party and I said yes even though I knew I wasn't going to. Instead Cutthroat and I spent the rest of the day watching DVDs because we were exhausted from our day Flower Drumming.
Hipswell is still yet to cut us in on the profits so for that I give Flower Drumming no stars.
Ya hear that Hipswell? No stars!