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bliumchikWhoah, busy weekend. This always happens to me - I spend three weeks sitting at home playing minesweeper and then everything happens all at once. This post chronicles my adventures in bars, bus stops, eyeliner, global warming and making friends with total strangers from foreign countries.
Thursday: Spectrum at the Exchange for Zoe's birthday. I wore sneakers (having learned my lesson about my boots) and + <3 on my cheeks in eyeliner. There I bonded with Zoe's friend Jack over our mutual awkwardness and love of hats. Katie did the same over obscure twenties music, go figure. We played pool. After a few vodkas&orange I hit my optimum blood alcohol level and decided to get one more to sip slowly over the course of a few hours so as to stay there. Of course as soon as I came back with it everyone decided to troop over to Stonewall, so I had to finish it entirely too fast, even with Minnie's aid.
Now, Stonewall... oh, Stonewall. Everything about that was a bad idea. We'd been abandoned by, among others, the guy who actually suggested it, so it was one gay guy and four girls of varying and mostly fluid sexuality, which is not really the appropriate ratio for a gay club. I immediately sat in something presumably alcoholic, which started to soak through my jeans as a random Algerian dude made friends with Minnie, who thought he was the bouncer. Whoever got the Long Island Iced Tea, that was also a bad idea, those things taste like crap. We ended up sitting outside with the Algerian dude and some cigarettes for no good reason. I didn't get carded on the way in in the first place, but for some reason the actual bouncer decided to check when I went back in for the second and third times, despite the fact that they were about five minutes apart.
I left shortly, only to wait at the bus stop for long enough to sing most of Play Crack The Sky (nobody was around and it's been sticking in my head) and for a taxi to drive up and ask where I was heading. I told the driver Bondi, but I had no money. He said, "I'm going that way anyway, hop in!" I said, "Uh, no thanks, I'm good." Because you have to admit that sounded kind of sus. Anyway, if I'd caught a cab I wouldn't have met Michael, the second random foreigner of the night. He told me, sounding befuddled, that everyone had told him Australia was sunnier, but he'd arrived from Brazil seven days ago and got nothing but rain. I told him, poor timing, we are in fact normally a sunburnt country. He insisted on giving me his phone number and inviting me to his Welcome To Australia party. Brazilian people are really friendly!
In Bondi I had a standing invitation to wake up Prince Binary (aka Stan), which I did. We had tea and youtube, then about an hour's sleep before I headed off to school for the Dux Assembly And Morning Tea. On the way I tried McDonalds' new breakfast wrap thingy, which isn't half bad for Mackers and extremely decent for a dollar fifty. I guess there isn't that much you can do to an egg, right? I also managed to leave my jacket at the bus stop - mmm, I love the taste of fail in the mornings. Anyway, Dux Fiona gave the traditional speech about how we're all awesome and year twelve isn't just about the HSC, and Doctor Vazza gave the traditional speech about how happy she is that ninety percent of us got UAIs over ninety, and then the orchestra struck up the traditional Phantom Of The Opera medley. I glanced behind me at Surbs, the drama teacher who had to deal with my last-minute Christine failure, and sort of sank down in my seat a little. Then we had cheese on crackers and little pastry thingies.
I stumbled home and failed to get to sleep thanks to my profound lack of curtains. Damn you, circadian rhythms, damn you! On rainy Saturday morning I woke up utterly, miserably freezing and horribly depressed. It's sort of scary how physically unstable my emotions are. Also, I need to start wearing pyjamas again. Anyway, I put on a sweater and went to the gym and my mood improved. The omelette probably helped, too. I got home just in time to draw & <3 on my face, speed-wrap Chloe's present and rush off for the bus, which wasn't in a similar hurry. I spent half an hour kicking my heels at the bus stop and singing that song again. Luckily the rain had stopped. Incidentally I'm getting good at mirror writing. At least, if you find yourself in need of a backwards ampersand, I'm your girl.
At Chloe's house I played Mario Kart, Smash Bros, Trivial Pursuit (I teamed up with Natasha, who accidentally shot us in the Hitman round when I'd gotten a scifi question, but made up for it by being ludicrously awesome at guessing th pictures in the last round) and Singstar and ate copious amounts of Turkish bread with dip and a tiny steak. I also left my sneakers in the sun to dry. Goddamn weather. Speaking of steak, Alice and Jen intend on a Steak Crawl later this week, which is apparently like a pub crawl limited to locations with five-dollar steaks. A bunch of us went for drinks afterwards because it was also Carmen's birthday and she wanted to get ID'd. There I learned that vodka and raspberry is horrible, ice cubes are awesome and that Beth and Poppy want to start a band called Triangle and Ukulele.
On the way home it started raining again. While waiting for the bus I made friends with a Russian couple who are here for a few months learning English. Is this starting to be a habit? They just asked me the time! I told them my watch was fast in Russian and they just lit up. I guess hearing your native tongue from a stranger in another country must be pretty cool. I sort of felt like that when I overheard them in the first place - whenever I hear people speaking to each other in Russian I feel kind of smug, connected, like we share a secret.
Anyway, now it's about time I caught up on my sleep debt some more. Tomorrow, planning for O Week!
Thursday: Spectrum at the Exchange for Zoe's birthday. I wore sneakers (having learned my lesson about my boots) and + <3 on my cheeks in eyeliner. There I bonded with Zoe's friend Jack over our mutual awkwardness and love of hats. Katie did the same over obscure twenties music, go figure. We played pool. After a few vodkas&orange I hit my optimum blood alcohol level and decided to get one more to sip slowly over the course of a few hours so as to stay there. Of course as soon as I came back with it everyone decided to troop over to Stonewall, so I had to finish it entirely too fast, even with Minnie's aid.
Now, Stonewall... oh, Stonewall. Everything about that was a bad idea. We'd been abandoned by, among others, the guy who actually suggested it, so it was one gay guy and four girls of varying and mostly fluid sexuality, which is not really the appropriate ratio for a gay club. I immediately sat in something presumably alcoholic, which started to soak through my jeans as a random Algerian dude made friends with Minnie, who thought he was the bouncer. Whoever got the Long Island Iced Tea, that was also a bad idea, those things taste like crap. We ended up sitting outside with the Algerian dude and some cigarettes for no good reason. I didn't get carded on the way in in the first place, but for some reason the actual bouncer decided to check when I went back in for the second and third times, despite the fact that they were about five minutes apart.
I left shortly, only to wait at the bus stop for long enough to sing most of Play Crack The Sky (nobody was around and it's been sticking in my head) and for a taxi to drive up and ask where I was heading. I told the driver Bondi, but I had no money. He said, "I'm going that way anyway, hop in!" I said, "Uh, no thanks, I'm good." Because you have to admit that sounded kind of sus. Anyway, if I'd caught a cab I wouldn't have met Michael, the second random foreigner of the night. He told me, sounding befuddled, that everyone had told him Australia was sunnier, but he'd arrived from Brazil seven days ago and got nothing but rain. I told him, poor timing, we are in fact normally a sunburnt country. He insisted on giving me his phone number and inviting me to his Welcome To Australia party. Brazilian people are really friendly!
In Bondi I had a standing invitation to wake up Prince Binary (aka Stan), which I did. We had tea and youtube, then about an hour's sleep before I headed off to school for the Dux Assembly And Morning Tea. On the way I tried McDonalds' new breakfast wrap thingy, which isn't half bad for Mackers and extremely decent for a dollar fifty. I guess there isn't that much you can do to an egg, right? I also managed to leave my jacket at the bus stop - mmm, I love the taste of fail in the mornings. Anyway, Dux Fiona gave the traditional speech about how we're all awesome and year twelve isn't just about the HSC, and Doctor Vazza gave the traditional speech about how happy she is that ninety percent of us got UAIs over ninety, and then the orchestra struck up the traditional Phantom Of The Opera medley. I glanced behind me at Surbs, the drama teacher who had to deal with my last-minute Christine failure, and sort of sank down in my seat a little. Then we had cheese on crackers and little pastry thingies.
I stumbled home and failed to get to sleep thanks to my profound lack of curtains. Damn you, circadian rhythms, damn you! On rainy Saturday morning I woke up utterly, miserably freezing and horribly depressed. It's sort of scary how physically unstable my emotions are. Also, I need to start wearing pyjamas again. Anyway, I put on a sweater and went to the gym and my mood improved. The omelette probably helped, too. I got home just in time to draw & <3 on my face, speed-wrap Chloe's present and rush off for the bus, which wasn't in a similar hurry. I spent half an hour kicking my heels at the bus stop and singing that song again. Luckily the rain had stopped. Incidentally I'm getting good at mirror writing. At least, if you find yourself in need of a backwards ampersand, I'm your girl.
At Chloe's house I played Mario Kart, Smash Bros, Trivial Pursuit (I teamed up with Natasha, who accidentally shot us in the Hitman round when I'd gotten a scifi question, but made up for it by being ludicrously awesome at guessing th pictures in the last round) and Singstar and ate copious amounts of Turkish bread with dip and a tiny steak. I also left my sneakers in the sun to dry. Goddamn weather. Speaking of steak, Alice and Jen intend on a Steak Crawl later this week, which is apparently like a pub crawl limited to locations with five-dollar steaks. A bunch of us went for drinks afterwards because it was also Carmen's birthday and she wanted to get ID'd. There I learned that vodka and raspberry is horrible, ice cubes are awesome and that Beth and Poppy want to start a band called Triangle and Ukulele.
On the way home it started raining again. While waiting for the bus I made friends with a Russian couple who are here for a few months learning English. Is this starting to be a habit? They just asked me the time! I told them my watch was fast in Russian and they just lit up. I guess hearing your native tongue from a stranger in another country must be pretty cool. I sort of felt like that when I overheard them in the first place - whenever I hear people speaking to each other in Russian I feel kind of smug, connected, like we share a secret.
Anyway, now it's about time I caught up on my sleep debt some more. Tomorrow, planning for O Week!
