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bliumchikArgh, why am I awake at nine in the morning? Cassie's parents said they'd drop me off at the station on the way to tennis and then after we had already all woken up they decided they were too tired to go to tennis and went back to sleep so now I am totally awake for no reason. Teeeea.
One of Cassie's Burmese cats has taken a liking to me and is batting my elbow with its nose on the offchance I might have food hiding in my shirt. It's adorable. The guest bedroom contains a hilariously mobile bed which thumps and squeaks whenever you so much as stretch in it, so obviously I went to sleep giggling at the thought that I really hope nobody has ever tried having sex in it, because my mind is sort of like that.
The party was pretty fun but possibly not worth all the bother getting there, argh. I met up with Cassie at Bondi Junction and then got on a 387 before realising I had neglected to ascertain where to get off the 387 and the bus driver proved useless, so I called Stan. "What street have you just passed?" he says. "Nnnnnewcastle," says I. "Oh good," he says. "You're close. It's like three or four streets past that, right? Guys?" followed by some business with the phone static and apparently a confirmation, so we got off a couple stops later and started to walk. And walk. Annnnd walk. The street we were looking for completely failed to present itself. A few more phone calls and some juggling on the other side gave the phone to Sam, the guy hosting the party, and several more phone calls to him plus some directions from some friendly pizza place people FINALLY got us to the right place, ONE HOUR after we left Bondi Junction. We watched the nine o'clock fireworks from a hill with a bunch of randoms in flip flops. My feet were not impressed with this "three or four streets" business.
Anyway, we finally arrived and pulled up some chairs, whereupon the night improved dramatically, especially for my feet. There was vodka but no orange juice, there were hilarious drunk dudes who spent five minutes trying to subtly point out to another drunk dude that a girl was wearing a meshy dress over red undies while said dude completely failed to notice, there was Gathy in a defaced labcoat and Sam in a bathrobe (the latter because it's his goddamn house, I guess, but the other who knows!), there was teaching Cassie to play Durak and a frustrating round of Cheat wherein the guy immediately to my left constantly called BS on everybody's plays until he had all the cards, not incidentally also constantly moving play back to HIS left and SKIPPING MY TURN RAR.
There was a pretty awesome view for the midnight fireworks, and then immediately afterwards Sam's mother booted us unceremoniously out of the house, whereupon there was MOAR WALKING ARGH to somebody elses house, whereupon it was discovered that everybody who goes home in my direction had meeelted away (Liza) and Cardgame Foiler Guy pointed out that buses were going to be a bitch, so I just decided to sleep over at Cassie's house when her parents came to pick her up. In retrospect that probably took as much TIME as navigating the buses but was less stressful.
Hanyway, I believe Cassie's dad is now ready to drive so I should go. Happy New Year eljay!
One of Cassie's Burmese cats has taken a liking to me and is batting my elbow with its nose on the offchance I might have food hiding in my shirt. It's adorable. The guest bedroom contains a hilariously mobile bed which thumps and squeaks whenever you so much as stretch in it, so obviously I went to sleep giggling at the thought that I really hope nobody has ever tried having sex in it, because my mind is sort of like that.
The party was pretty fun but possibly not worth all the bother getting there, argh. I met up with Cassie at Bondi Junction and then got on a 387 before realising I had neglected to ascertain where to get off the 387 and the bus driver proved useless, so I called Stan. "What street have you just passed?" he says. "Nnnnnewcastle," says I. "Oh good," he says. "You're close. It's like three or four streets past that, right? Guys?" followed by some business with the phone static and apparently a confirmation, so we got off a couple stops later and started to walk. And walk. Annnnd walk. The street we were looking for completely failed to present itself. A few more phone calls and some juggling on the other side gave the phone to Sam, the guy hosting the party, and several more phone calls to him plus some directions from some friendly pizza place people FINALLY got us to the right place, ONE HOUR after we left Bondi Junction. We watched the nine o'clock fireworks from a hill with a bunch of randoms in flip flops. My feet were not impressed with this "three or four streets" business.
Anyway, we finally arrived and pulled up some chairs, whereupon the night improved dramatically, especially for my feet. There was vodka but no orange juice, there were hilarious drunk dudes who spent five minutes trying to subtly point out to another drunk dude that a girl was wearing a meshy dress over red undies while said dude completely failed to notice, there was Gathy in a defaced labcoat and Sam in a bathrobe (the latter because it's his goddamn house, I guess, but the other who knows!), there was teaching Cassie to play Durak and a frustrating round of Cheat wherein the guy immediately to my left constantly called BS on everybody's plays until he had all the cards, not incidentally also constantly moving play back to HIS left and SKIPPING MY TURN RAR.
There was a pretty awesome view for the midnight fireworks, and then immediately afterwards Sam's mother booted us unceremoniously out of the house, whereupon there was MOAR WALKING ARGH to somebody elses house, whereupon it was discovered that everybody who goes home in my direction had meeelted away (Liza) and Cardgame Foiler Guy pointed out that buses were going to be a bitch, so I just decided to sleep over at Cassie's house when her parents came to pick her up. In retrospect that probably took as much TIME as navigating the buses but was less stressful.
Hanyway, I believe Cassie's dad is now ready to drive so I should go. Happy New Year eljay!
