The Semi Formal!
Oct. 4th, 2006 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikThat was fun! It started off sort of dodgy, but we managed to salvage the event. There was no food, but then there was no zombie attack either, so all's well on that count. It was somewhat worrying to discover I have a natural talent at pole-dancing... but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My hair turned out alright - the half that was still damp didn't ringlet so well, but some silver clips made it all look more or less the same. Nicky's hair underwent a similar transformation in the opposite direction (she has Asian hair now zomg!) which was amusing as she was wearing a white dress to my black one. Speaking of which, it is now official that my mother cannot operate a safety pin. The dress, you see, turned out a size too big. It didn't look it, but it did, being strapless, threaten to slip off. Thus, safety pins. I pinned it to my bra at the front, but my mum went "Oh wait, you can see the bra at the back! Here, give me one of those..." which proceeded to just come undone shortly after my arrival at Circular Quay.
When we got there she insisted on hanging around to take photos. Then she left... and... came back again... TWICE. By the second time Nicky was like "um, Maggie... don't look now but..." She did eventually leave properly, and we spent about forty minutes waiting for the arrival of the Lady Wakehurst (late) (presumably like whoever she was named after). We spent the intervening time wandering around shivering (because it was FREEZING) and exclaiming OMG at people's dresses and general adult-looking-ness, and searching for Laura in hopes of finding out what was happening with the boat. The latter was entirely unsuccessful, in part because I couldn't actually recognise people further than two metres away thanks to my slightly out-of-date prescription contacts. Eventually I called her, but that wasn't too fruitful either, since her phone was crackly. Then conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey, Laura. Is the boat, perchance, a bit late?
Laura: Wha... who is this?
Me: Maggie.
Laura: what?
Me: IT'S MAGGIE. IS THE BOAT LATE.
Laura: Hang on, what are you trying to say?
Me: THE BOAT. IT'S LATE.
Laura: I'm sorry, I can't hear you... hello? Is this Linda?
Me: NEVER MIND.
The dresses, on the other hand, were awesome. Everybody was wearing polka dots for some reason. Liv looked like an 80s pin-up in 50's clothing - the poison green dress with all the machinery under the skirt to make it look like an umbrella, and the dominatrix boots and the almost platinum-blonde hair. Jenny Z was a member of the polka dot prigade, but I think I'll stop there with the dress-describing as there will probably be photos.
The boat finally arrived and we got on thankfully (did I mention it was FREEZING?!) and in single file so they could "check" our bags on the premise that anyone who actually has drugs in there will squeak and faint when the bored security guard peers into the bottomless depths of her handbag and goes "meh". The ceilings of the boat were lower than two metres - everyone could touch them with no effort. I shudder to think the condition Mick and Pavel would have been on there... they would have had to walk in an L shape, or stay outside! We spent a while sort of wandering around and complaining about the terrible music. Eventually I went in search of the DJ. There followed this slightly frustrating exchange:
Me: Hey um. Do you take, like... requests?
DJ: Yeah. What do you want?
Me: Uh... something good? *doesn't know dance music* *hasn't thought this through*
DJ: ...
Me: Okay, uh... *racks brains* crap. Well, do you at least have something that doesn't consist entirely of black guys bitching about hoes?
DJ: Uh... not really, no.
Me: ... *has brainwave* The Herd! That's hip hop! Aussie hip hop! Do you have The Herd?
DJ: Oh... yeah, but... I can't play that.
Me: ... why...?
DJ: It's pop.
Me: ...it is? But it's... better hip hop than the shit you're playing right now?
DJ: Look, you like The Herd, and I like The Herd, but this crowd isn't going to like anything that's not off the American Top 40.
Me: Damn you, cynical DJ, damn you!
The music did improve slightly later on, while staying carefully tuned to the Hoes And Bitches Top Forty... and some bizarre hip hop remixes of pink and madonna and... nirvana? And "Stay Tonight"? And weird 80s things? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, CYNICAL DJ? You can play that and not The Herd? WHY? The music at the start was pretty much only suitable for breakdancing... because pretty much anything with a beat is okay for that. Liv and Nicky and I had fun laughing at this one guy who was doing an excellent imitation of a robot that someone dropped into the bath (even though there are so many bloody warning labels on them, honestly, now look what you've done, do you know how expensive those things are?) while Chloe's entire group cowered behind us in a bizarre attempt to play sardines. I had an amusing mental image of walking off with them trailing behind me in a conga line, trying to avoid the gaze of the people still searching.
Anyway, I know you all want me to get to the pole dancing. See, there were these random poles in the middle of the room... probably holding the ceiling up or something. I don't know where Jenny Z learned to move like that but WHOAH... for some reason she's VERY GOOD AT IT. And it looked kind of fun, so all the rest of us joined in (being Min, me, Nicky and later Liv and Chloe, although Chloe just kind of danced normally near the poles). Min was slightly too enthusiastic and Jenny said I had talent. ...at poledancing. Yup. Suddenly there's another option for paying my way through uni. It is actually a surprisingly fun kind of dance. I suppose because there's a focus, and you're not just sort of moving your hips randomly and wondering what to do with your hands. And you can do cool spins and things. Er, somewhat less cool when you're not paying attention and you bash your knee hard against the pole. We were all tired by then anyway, but now I have a large purple pole-inflicted bruise on my knee. Explain that to the grandparents... oh, and one of the security guards winked at us. And we were like "..." Dude... How desperate would you have to be to hit on random high-schoolers who you're supposed to be protecting from like, terrorists and weed and stuff?
Eventually it was announced that we were docking and we all got herded downstairs, where we waited in a deep fug of other people's sweat until they opened the doors. There were actually police waiting outside, just in case someone had caused trouble and needed to be restrained. Maybe we could have used them to drag Min away from that pole... Anyway, it was a fun night all round, and Chloe's parents took pity and gave me a lift home, which was fortuitous as the people who actually lived in Maroubra were all going home in Cissy's car, which had about two too many people in it for safe driving. I got home and spent about five minutes poking myself in the eye removing my stupid contacts, and then went and had some tea, just so I could mention it here and make Chloe feel special (*waves leetle flag*).
The end, photos will be posted later, as will some musing about dresses and things that I figured would make this entry even more WAY TOO LONG than it already is.
Also: the US has overtaken Thailand in visits to my eljay; and according to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cadhla, yesterday was Virus Appreciation Day. Ironically, I thought of Solanum even before I realised that her entry was about a zombie-causing virus too (albeit one of her own invention, so she beats me at zombie-geek-hood). Damn it, Max Brooks.
My hair turned out alright - the half that was still damp didn't ringlet so well, but some silver clips made it all look more or less the same. Nicky's hair underwent a similar transformation in the opposite direction (she has Asian hair now zomg!) which was amusing as she was wearing a white dress to my black one. Speaking of which, it is now official that my mother cannot operate a safety pin. The dress, you see, turned out a size too big. It didn't look it, but it did, being strapless, threaten to slip off. Thus, safety pins. I pinned it to my bra at the front, but my mum went "Oh wait, you can see the bra at the back! Here, give me one of those..." which proceeded to just come undone shortly after my arrival at Circular Quay.
When we got there she insisted on hanging around to take photos. Then she left... and... came back again... TWICE. By the second time Nicky was like "um, Maggie... don't look now but..." She did eventually leave properly, and we spent about forty minutes waiting for the arrival of the Lady Wakehurst (late) (presumably like whoever she was named after). We spent the intervening time wandering around shivering (because it was FREEZING) and exclaiming OMG at people's dresses and general adult-looking-ness, and searching for Laura in hopes of finding out what was happening with the boat. The latter was entirely unsuccessful, in part because I couldn't actually recognise people further than two metres away thanks to my slightly out-of-date prescription contacts. Eventually I called her, but that wasn't too fruitful either, since her phone was crackly. Then conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey, Laura. Is the boat, perchance, a bit late?
Laura: Wha... who is this?
Me: Maggie.
Laura: what?
Me: IT'S MAGGIE. IS THE BOAT LATE.
Laura: Hang on, what are you trying to say?
Me: THE BOAT. IT'S LATE.
Laura: I'm sorry, I can't hear you... hello? Is this Linda?
Me: NEVER MIND.
The dresses, on the other hand, were awesome. Everybody was wearing polka dots for some reason. Liv looked like an 80s pin-up in 50's clothing - the poison green dress with all the machinery under the skirt to make it look like an umbrella, and the dominatrix boots and the almost platinum-blonde hair. Jenny Z was a member of the polka dot prigade, but I think I'll stop there with the dress-describing as there will probably be photos.
The boat finally arrived and we got on thankfully (did I mention it was FREEZING?!) and in single file so they could "check" our bags on the premise that anyone who actually has drugs in there will squeak and faint when the bored security guard peers into the bottomless depths of her handbag and goes "meh". The ceilings of the boat were lower than two metres - everyone could touch them with no effort. I shudder to think the condition Mick and Pavel would have been on there... they would have had to walk in an L shape, or stay outside! We spent a while sort of wandering around and complaining about the terrible music. Eventually I went in search of the DJ. There followed this slightly frustrating exchange:
Me: Hey um. Do you take, like... requests?
DJ: Yeah. What do you want?
Me: Uh... something good? *doesn't know dance music* *hasn't thought this through*
DJ: ...
Me: Okay, uh... *racks brains* crap. Well, do you at least have something that doesn't consist entirely of black guys bitching about hoes?
DJ: Uh... not really, no.
Me: ... *has brainwave* The Herd! That's hip hop! Aussie hip hop! Do you have The Herd?
DJ: Oh... yeah, but... I can't play that.
Me: ... why...?
DJ: It's pop.
Me: ...it is? But it's... better hip hop than the shit you're playing right now?
DJ: Look, you like The Herd, and I like The Herd, but this crowd isn't going to like anything that's not off the American Top 40.
Me: Damn you, cynical DJ, damn you!
The music did improve slightly later on, while staying carefully tuned to the Hoes And Bitches Top Forty... and some bizarre hip hop remixes of pink and madonna and... nirvana? And "Stay Tonight"? And weird 80s things? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, CYNICAL DJ? You can play that and not The Herd? WHY? The music at the start was pretty much only suitable for breakdancing... because pretty much anything with a beat is okay for that. Liv and Nicky and I had fun laughing at this one guy who was doing an excellent imitation of a robot that someone dropped into the bath (even though there are so many bloody warning labels on them, honestly, now look what you've done, do you know how expensive those things are?) while Chloe's entire group cowered behind us in a bizarre attempt to play sardines. I had an amusing mental image of walking off with them trailing behind me in a conga line, trying to avoid the gaze of the people still searching.
Anyway, I know you all want me to get to the pole dancing. See, there were these random poles in the middle of the room... probably holding the ceiling up or something. I don't know where Jenny Z learned to move like that but WHOAH... for some reason she's VERY GOOD AT IT. And it looked kind of fun, so all the rest of us joined in (being Min, me, Nicky and later Liv and Chloe, although Chloe just kind of danced normally near the poles). Min was slightly too enthusiastic and Jenny said I had talent. ...at poledancing. Yup. Suddenly there's another option for paying my way through uni. It is actually a surprisingly fun kind of dance. I suppose because there's a focus, and you're not just sort of moving your hips randomly and wondering what to do with your hands. And you can do cool spins and things. Er, somewhat less cool when you're not paying attention and you bash your knee hard against the pole. We were all tired by then anyway, but now I have a large purple pole-inflicted bruise on my knee. Explain that to the grandparents... oh, and one of the security guards winked at us. And we were like "..." Dude... How desperate would you have to be to hit on random high-schoolers who you're supposed to be protecting from like, terrorists and weed and stuff?
Eventually it was announced that we were docking and we all got herded downstairs, where we waited in a deep fug of other people's sweat until they opened the doors. There were actually police waiting outside, just in case someone had caused trouble and needed to be restrained. Maybe we could have used them to drag Min away from that pole... Anyway, it was a fun night all round, and Chloe's parents took pity and gave me a lift home, which was fortuitous as the people who actually lived in Maroubra were all going home in Cissy's car, which had about two too many people in it for safe driving. I got home and spent about five minutes poking myself in the eye removing my stupid contacts, and then went and had some tea, just so I could mention it here and make Chloe feel special (*waves leetle flag*).
The end, photos will be posted later, as will some musing about dresses and things that I figured would make this entry even more WAY TOO LONG than it already is.
Also: the US has overtaken Thailand in visits to my eljay; and according to
cadhla, yesterday was Virus Appreciation Day. Ironically, I thought of Solanum even before I realised that her entry was about a zombie-causing virus too (albeit one of her own invention, so she beats me at zombie-geek-hood). Damn it, Max Brooks.
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