Sam's and Sim's
Dec. 29th, 2006 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikAahh. Sleep is good. I was out of the house for 24 straight hours. First to Sam's party and then to Simone's party via Diana's house. The two gatherings could hardly have managed to be different - I mean, they both had bad singing (for completely different reasons) and they both involved completely gratuitous (but widely divergent) comments about my legs. But other than that, pretty much nothing in common.
Let us begin with the very merry Sam, presently of Sydney and shortly of Melbourne. I, leaving a margin for error, traffic, acts of god, the complete and utter incompetence of the RTA and my own personal accident field, arrived at seven o-clock precisely, as per the invite (following several phone calls to make sure I was heading towards Sam's house and not, in fact, Mt Kosciusko. By god, if I thought Chatswood was bad, her house really is in the bush! I kept walking through clouds of midges!). I was, of course, entirely too early for anyone else to have actually, you know, showed up or anything. Her brother Josh and his early guest went off to direct people from the bus stop, while I lamely followed Sam around, waving to her parents and providing sage advice on the topic of fishnet, and finding black things in a closet full of black things. I myself was stylishly dressed in black and white, as per the common mis-understanding of the invitation - apparently monochrome means many shades of one colour... oops. I wore my polka-dotted skirt, over black tights because a) I'm still not entirely comfortable in swooshy things, b) this skirt fastens by a ribbon that has a tendency to come a little loose and c) I always forget to sit like a girl so I don't flash everyone. Thus, tights - all three problems solved! We also saw to the removal of a wobbly chair on Sam's mountainous driveway, which would have most certainly been sat in by a heavy, drunk guy, who would then have fallen arse over heels backwards into the bushes. This would have been entertaining, but presumably not to Sam's parents.
Shortly, some of what were, on the guest list, labelled "Josh's Girls" showed up. These were from my grade but not my classes, and thus I stood around making awkward small talk. A further squizz at the guest list showed that Josh's Girls and Josh's Boys made up about twice the number of "Sam's People" and "Russian People" put together. And the rest of the Russian posse were, of course, fashionably late. When they did arrive, they evidently felt just as intimidated by the sheer volume of randoms, and we secreted ourselves in a hallway. There I sat on a bench which was painted in black and white stripes, but later turned out to be a statue of a tiger, and not a bench at all. Oops. Sam, in order to prevent anyone heavier than me and Laivi from making the same mistake and doing some actual damage, turned it upside down. So I stood between a dead zebra-tiger and a hanging wall-carpet and caught up with the Russians, who are now all officially No Longer In School, and was told by Alex that I have incredibly skinny ankles, until my sharp nose caught a whiff of arriving pizza. This was immediately devoured, except of course for the vegetarian one. Later I hung out with some of "Sam's People" (namely Zoe, Poppy and Beth) who sang along to the speakers and were shocked and appalled when I failed to recognise both Bohemian Rhapsody and Stairway to Heaven. In my defense, I'd never actually heard Queen sing Bohemian Rhapsody. I knew the words thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
neutral_omens (although I didn't quite believe that anyone would willingly use the word scaramouche in a song) and I've heard various people sing it. But the music was unfamiliar. Also I scabbed annoyingly fizzy vodka off people.
This proved to be lucky, as it provided me with a lovely cotton wool barrier against my usual public transport breakdown. Sam's mum kindly agreed to drive me to the bus stop, you see - but when I informed her that I was catching the bus to a train station, she cheerfully said "Oh, okay! I'll just drop you off at a station then!" It transpired, after she'd already driven away, that said station was in fact closed. As in, no trains. Oops. However, thanks to the warm fuzzy feeling of Smirnoff, I did not start to panic, but instead wandered around till I found, by trial and error, a rail bus, which took me to Wynyard, whence I made my way safely to Diana's. There I communed with her cat and spent half an hour prodding at my eye trying to get a contact out - it later turned out that said contact had already fallen out and that was why I was unsuccessful. Note to self: do not attempt contact removal while drunk. Diana took pity and provided eyedrops - and when I jokingly suggested an eye patch because my left eye was completely pink, she tried to tie her slytherin tie round my head. Needless to say this proved unsuccessful, but it's not too sore now.
In the morning Diana made awesome pancakes. She marvelled at my amazing pancake eating abilities (she and her sister only ate two each! And they were small pancakes! How do you do that!?) while pouring ridiculous quantities of whipped cream onto hers. Then I had a chat with her chickens, but I'm not too proficient in Cluck, I think I might have accidentally offended them, cos they just sort of walked away. Her dad drove us to Simone's house, where we were greeted by Simone's sister, who was very obviously Simone's sister. It was quite creepy to see Simone's mannerisms and way of speech in someone else.
The entertainment consisted of food and Singstar (because nobody could be bothered voting on what movie to watch). My group eventually separated and went upstairs to play strip poker, at Diana's insistence. Strange girl. Melissa refused to take off her shirt until we agreed on the following rules: everyone would chip in five bucks and the winner took the pot, loser takes something off and so does one person chosen by the winner, once you're down to underwear towels don't count as clothes, and accessories don't at any time (damn!), and once there's nothing else to take off, if you lose, you're eliminated - put your clothes on and keep playing, but no money for you. Annoyingly, it was only once I'd been eliminated that I started getting winning hands. Rar. It's not that I kept losing, Ruxi kept winning and picking me to take things off, just cos I had more layers on than everybody else. I felt a bit decadent sitting there in nothing but a towel and clunky jewelery, and the towel was short and scratchy, to boot. Eventually lent one of my huge clips to Diana, to keep her towel from threatening to fall open whenever she leaned forward to deal. The general consensus, incidentally, was that Ruxi and I have nice legs (O.o). We all got a scare when Simone came up with a video camera! I'd already lost by then and put my clothes back on, but the others ran off screaming before they realised it wasn't turned on. Ruxi got the money in the end, and then we all got dressed and went downstairs for cake and present-giving.
I gave Sim a freaky clown puppet. Cos, you know. Everyone needs a freaky clown puppet. And the cake was very nice, which was somewhat surprising given that I'm the one refusing cake at most birthday parties. Then Melissa and Ruxi took a posse and a camera and went off to stalk their physics teacher, who lives in the neighborhood and bears and uncanny resemblance to Lucius Malfoy. They didn't see him, which is probably a good thing because... yeah, that would be awkward back at school... The Singstar, incidentally, continued for the entire two hours we spent playing poker. Loudly. Horribly. We could hear it from upstairs.
And then I went home and had a really long shower, halfway through which my parents came home from their trip. And now it really does feel like the holidays.
Let us begin with the very merry Sam, presently of Sydney and shortly of Melbourne. I, leaving a margin for error, traffic, acts of god, the complete and utter incompetence of the RTA and my own personal accident field, arrived at seven o-clock precisely, as per the invite (following several phone calls to make sure I was heading towards Sam's house and not, in fact, Mt Kosciusko. By god, if I thought Chatswood was bad, her house really is in the bush! I kept walking through clouds of midges!). I was, of course, entirely too early for anyone else to have actually, you know, showed up or anything. Her brother Josh and his early guest went off to direct people from the bus stop, while I lamely followed Sam around, waving to her parents and providing sage advice on the topic of fishnet, and finding black things in a closet full of black things. I myself was stylishly dressed in black and white, as per the common mis-understanding of the invitation - apparently monochrome means many shades of one colour... oops. I wore my polka-dotted skirt, over black tights because a) I'm still not entirely comfortable in swooshy things, b) this skirt fastens by a ribbon that has a tendency to come a little loose and c) I always forget to sit like a girl so I don't flash everyone. Thus, tights - all three problems solved! We also saw to the removal of a wobbly chair on Sam's mountainous driveway, which would have most certainly been sat in by a heavy, drunk guy, who would then have fallen arse over heels backwards into the bushes. This would have been entertaining, but presumably not to Sam's parents.
Shortly, some of what were, on the guest list, labelled "Josh's Girls" showed up. These were from my grade but not my classes, and thus I stood around making awkward small talk. A further squizz at the guest list showed that Josh's Girls and Josh's Boys made up about twice the number of "Sam's People" and "Russian People" put together. And the rest of the Russian posse were, of course, fashionably late. When they did arrive, they evidently felt just as intimidated by the sheer volume of randoms, and we secreted ourselves in a hallway. There I sat on a bench which was painted in black and white stripes, but later turned out to be a statue of a tiger, and not a bench at all. Oops. Sam, in order to prevent anyone heavier than me and Laivi from making the same mistake and doing some actual damage, turned it upside down. So I stood between a dead zebra-tiger and a hanging wall-carpet and caught up with the Russians, who are now all officially No Longer In School, and was told by Alex that I have incredibly skinny ankles, until my sharp nose caught a whiff of arriving pizza. This was immediately devoured, except of course for the vegetarian one. Later I hung out with some of "Sam's People" (namely Zoe, Poppy and Beth) who sang along to the speakers and were shocked and appalled when I failed to recognise both Bohemian Rhapsody and Stairway to Heaven. In my defense, I'd never actually heard Queen sing Bohemian Rhapsody. I knew the words thanks to
neutral_omens (although I didn't quite believe that anyone would willingly use the word scaramouche in a song) and I've heard various people sing it. But the music was unfamiliar. Also I scabbed annoyingly fizzy vodka off people.This proved to be lucky, as it provided me with a lovely cotton wool barrier against my usual public transport breakdown. Sam's mum kindly agreed to drive me to the bus stop, you see - but when I informed her that I was catching the bus to a train station, she cheerfully said "Oh, okay! I'll just drop you off at a station then!" It transpired, after she'd already driven away, that said station was in fact closed. As in, no trains. Oops. However, thanks to the warm fuzzy feeling of Smirnoff, I did not start to panic, but instead wandered around till I found, by trial and error, a rail bus, which took me to Wynyard, whence I made my way safely to Diana's. There I communed with her cat and spent half an hour prodding at my eye trying to get a contact out - it later turned out that said contact had already fallen out and that was why I was unsuccessful. Note to self: do not attempt contact removal while drunk. Diana took pity and provided eyedrops - and when I jokingly suggested an eye patch because my left eye was completely pink, she tried to tie her slytherin tie round my head. Needless to say this proved unsuccessful, but it's not too sore now.
In the morning Diana made awesome pancakes. She marvelled at my amazing pancake eating abilities (she and her sister only ate two each! And they were small pancakes! How do you do that!?) while pouring ridiculous quantities of whipped cream onto hers. Then I had a chat with her chickens, but I'm not too proficient in Cluck, I think I might have accidentally offended them, cos they just sort of walked away. Her dad drove us to Simone's house, where we were greeted by Simone's sister, who was very obviously Simone's sister. It was quite creepy to see Simone's mannerisms and way of speech in someone else.
The entertainment consisted of food and Singstar (because nobody could be bothered voting on what movie to watch). My group eventually separated and went upstairs to play strip poker, at Diana's insistence. Strange girl. Melissa refused to take off her shirt until we agreed on the following rules: everyone would chip in five bucks and the winner took the pot, loser takes something off and so does one person chosen by the winner, once you're down to underwear towels don't count as clothes, and accessories don't at any time (damn!), and once there's nothing else to take off, if you lose, you're eliminated - put your clothes on and keep playing, but no money for you. Annoyingly, it was only once I'd been eliminated that I started getting winning hands. Rar. It's not that I kept losing, Ruxi kept winning and picking me to take things off, just cos I had more layers on than everybody else. I felt a bit decadent sitting there in nothing but a towel and clunky jewelery, and the towel was short and scratchy, to boot. Eventually lent one of my huge clips to Diana, to keep her towel from threatening to fall open whenever she leaned forward to deal. The general consensus, incidentally, was that Ruxi and I have nice legs (O.o). We all got a scare when Simone came up with a video camera! I'd already lost by then and put my clothes back on, but the others ran off screaming before they realised it wasn't turned on. Ruxi got the money in the end, and then we all got dressed and went downstairs for cake and present-giving.
I gave Sim a freaky clown puppet. Cos, you know. Everyone needs a freaky clown puppet. And the cake was very nice, which was somewhat surprising given that I'm the one refusing cake at most birthday parties. Then Melissa and Ruxi took a posse and a camera and went off to stalk their physics teacher, who lives in the neighborhood and bears and uncanny resemblance to Lucius Malfoy. They didn't see him, which is probably a good thing because... yeah, that would be awkward back at school... The Singstar, incidentally, continued for the entire two hours we spent playing poker. Loudly. Horribly. We could hear it from upstairs.
And then I went home and had a really long shower, halfway through which my parents came home from their trip. And now it really does feel like the holidays.
