stay where you are, staring at the stars

[bliumchik]

Woo, partay. Melissa inexplicably decided on a Mafia theme but I was the only one who went all out. EVERYBODY came in a fedora, I was the only one with suspenders and a mascara mustache, oh yeah! We met up at the Argyle (which was more suitable for a Pirate theme, arrg) and when I say met up, I mean I got there half an hour late and Melissa showed up ten minutes after me. The bouncer did a gangster fistbump or something with me as I came in, and the other one made a reference to Movember. Then they looked doubtfully at the longhaired ten-year-old in my passport photo (I have a... shortage of ID at the moment) but let me in. The courtyard was crowded as hell and I desperately looked around for someone I recognised, but found only some drunken random who came up to me and called me Mickey and asked to get his photo taken with me. I swear, this only happens to me! (Although two other people who showed up later claimed to have been accosted by randoms as well, respectively addressed as "George Michael" and "Michael Jackson" so, you know, it could have been the same guy...)

Finally Shelly, Melissa and some guys I didn't know appeared and we went upstairs to our reserved area. There I pestered Mel into sharing a bowl of wedges with me and promptly ate all the sour cream. What can I say, I'm a slut for dairy products. Anyway, the evening was pretty fun - I only had one drink because shit that place is expensive, but I caught up with my old school Bus Crew (good times, good times) and made friends with some of Melissa's randoms, one of whom was in pinstripes and another wearing giant bling. Later we all chipped in for a meat platter containing beef, chicken, sausages and some weird sort of gelly pork item that Pinstripes dissected thoroughly. At some point during all this I received a baffling text message from astridthemighty containing many, many caps and the words "bronx," "mowgli" and "wentz." I "..."ed and returned something like "I have no idea what you're talking about, so here's a picture of me with a pancake failstache on my face." All was explained when I got home and checked my flist, of course.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. After some time at the Argyle, Shelly and Jenny and a few guys decided they were hungry, but no twenty-dollar-sandwich hungry, so they trooped off to MacDonalds. When they didn't return, fearing they had been eaten by sharks (or distracted by shiny things... you know the drill), we ventured outside, only to discover Melissa's boyfriend George with a massive bunch of flowers, a sheepish grin and a sporadically homophobic rant about the bouncer who inexplicably refused to let him in because he was late (and his friends were drunk). Then it turned out that said friends had gone into the Germanically-titled pub next door, the line for which was rather long, so Melissa and co. stood in it while me and Ruxi wandered off to look for Shelly and co. There commenced an extensive period of fail in which we showed up at MacDonalds, discovered that none of the crowds inside were our friends, rang Jenny to discover they had "gone for a walk," reunited with Jenny and the two guys I remember only as Dude One and Probably Jason only to discover that they had left Shelly and Pinstripes in a completely different location, walked up THERE only to ring up Shelly and discover that they had in the meantime arrived at McDonalds, and THEN managed to miss them while walking back to meet them on the way. (I had in the meantime removed the mustache and the suspenders, so was wearing pretty much what I always wear out.) Then me and Ruxi managed to briefly lose the others to Shiny Things on the walk through Argyle street with all its market stalls.

Anyway, after checking to make sure nobody ELSE had disappeared into the ether we went back to the pub, which was both incredibly loud and incredibly crowded, so I convinced Melissa to enact a strategic withdrawal, whereupon she led us up to a really nice rooftop lookout sort of place with a literally awesome view of the harbor. We had by this point lost Bling to a prior clubbing engagement and gained some more randoms whose names I did not bother to remember. I took my shoes off and rubbed my feet, which had managed to get sore despite the fact that I was honest to god wearing hiking boots, and listened to Melissa pour out her maudlin drunken angst upon Ruxi and I. Then me and Shel and Jenny caught the 39- bus just like old times. Shelly nearly stabbed me in the face with Melissa's flowers, which had been entrusted to her for unknown reasons (possibly because watching them die is sort of depressing). Then I came home and had a totally civil conversation with my mum, woo.

In short, nice day, early start tomorrow (well, early for ME, lol nine in the morning) and good night!

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It sounds like you had a good time \o/

Also tomorrow night, we're going to the 7pm session, right?