Doorknobs and thongs and guitars, oh my!
Nov. 22nd, 2005 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikI only got told about Dan's party at the last minute. A going away party, since he'll be in South Africa for the next eight months or something. I went to Avi's house for ease of transportation - we were both going to get a lift with someone who, you know, actually had car/license. This proved less simple that expected. Liza was her traditional self and told us she had no idea how she was getting there or indeed whether she was going yet (This being a few hours before the party was due to start). Laivi proved extremely elusive, with his phone turned off. Eventually Stan told us he was getting a lift with, er, somebody or other. Yay, says we. And so we wait. and wait. A few hours later, up show Sasha and Jason. Yay, says we. Then they drive away from us and go for a spin around the block. Ha, ha, says we.
Apparently they'd been told to stall by Stan, who was at the house of Jess, who was having issues of some kind or another that I delicately failed to pry into. My tact surpasses all limits of the known universe. So does Sasha's Robin Williams imitation, which mainly involved iron pandas with chinese balls, or something. Also Jason drives like a maniac, especially when Sasha is trying to give him directions. Those two together almost out-do Liza - the "Is that two lanes or one" girl. You don't want to be in a car doing illegal u-turns driven by a giggling maniac and the backseat driver OF ALL DETH. Seriously, Sasha is like my mother with extra swearing. Anyway, we got there eventually, and the bouncers looked suspiciously at sasha, and of course were not on the list, but some random came out and said to stan (who WAS on the list) "You know these people? Okay, they're cool, c'mon in." I don't think Stan even knew who the guy was XP
The place was SO FUCKING HUGE, and I mean it - towards the end of the night, when all the drunk Moriah/Reddam kids had left, a bunch of us ended up sitting in a walk-in wardrobe and talking about how, dude, you could LIVE in this bit alone. I commented that BACK IN SOVIET RUSSIA the whole house would have been subdivided with like thirty families living in it. This is true, just ask my dad. It nalso had a rooftop, which we spent most of the party on, drinking whiskey (mmm, medicinal...), admiring the view (which was awesome) and fiddling with somebodys guitar (probably Dans). We tried to do one of those games where everyone makes up a few rhymes, with dan playing various random chords, but it didn't exactly work... it went kind of like this:
Dan: Okay... *strum strum* c'mon somebody start.
Alex: Oh uh Dan is really hot and uh, something something ot.
Dan: *Strum strum* ... *strum strum*
Avi: Oh what is it my turn? Pass the whiskey.
Greg: Can somebody get this random off my leg?
Laivi: INTERJECTION.
Dan: Goddamit people you're supposed to rhyme!
The aforementioned drunk Moriah/Reddam kids contain Illana and co, of my various Drama places, which was amusing. I'm not sure how any of that crowd got so drunk, because there really weren't all that many bottles lying around. and no vodka. And Greg had been holding on to the whiskey. He was rather drunk by the end of the evening - but not as drunk as Elle, the girl who forcibly attached herself to his leg for no readily apparent reason. Really friendly drunk, that one. Avi said he found her amusing, but everyone else was just like O_o. At some point while we were admiring the view, Liza suddenly drove off and went home. I'm not sure why. I went downstairs for a while because it was cold and various people were wandering around, and couldn't find the others - it turned out they were hiding from Elle.
I walked into a room and they were all like "SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR QUICK LOCK IT." But Avi was still on the stairs chatting to a random he knew from Emanuel - I basically reached through the doorway and dragged him in by his collar, goodness knows what they made of that! Anyway, the rest of the evening was spent alternately on the balcony or the rooftop - Polina showed up, and somebody started taking photographs. Stan stood on the skylight, until he found out it was a skylight, although it was clearly capable of holding him up. Then elle sat on it until someone told HER what it was, whereupon she got worried that someone could look up her dress through it.
Apparently the house belongs to Dan's aunt, who hadn't yet moved in, explaining the lack of furniture, which was actually a smart move considering what's rumoured to happen to furniture at this kind of party. Someone did manage to steal a doorknob though. At least, there wasn't one on the front door when we left. Which is a bit... I mean who steals a doorknob? Why would you steal a doorknob? What possibly use could anyone have for a doorknob belonging to someone else? Are they going to sell it on the black market? Is it a souvenir? Did they feel a sudden and urgent need for a paperweight? Is it some kind of obscure drinking game? Maybe it's Modern Art. Maybe someone is collecting doorknobs from every house they visit to make into a statue for posterity. Or perhaps they plan to make it into a hat. Actually, a doorknob hat would be pretty cool.
I ended up splitting a taxi with Avi (lifts home were just as whoknowswhat as lifts there, except that some people had the option of sleeping over and OTHERS could WALK home. *grumblemutterstanmuttergrumble*) and borrowing money off him for it, since I only had five bucks. By that point I was beside myself with sleepiness - a combination of whiskey, PMS and late night don't make for an alert Maggie.
On a final amusing note, Greg is alternately called Greg, Celene and PJ. Nobody knows where the PJ comes from, since it isn't actually based on any form of his name whatsoever at all. I can only speculate that it's a nicname left over from some sort of Notorious Pajama Incident in his childhood.
Oh, and a quick random from Sunday - I went to seymour theatre with my dad to see, co-incidentally, some kind of play about South Africa and apartheid. It was really well done, with tribal chants and stuff. It made me cry, but then I was kind of emotional and somewhat in pain at the time, so really, a lost puppy would have made me cry at that point. They were awesome though. On the way back to the car I saw a thong lying in the street. My reaction went something like "what the- is that underwear? That is underwear. Why is there underwear lying in the street? Who just strips naked in the middle of City Road and forgets their thong?" My dad's theory was a girl in a skirt, the elastic broke... she was... drunk and didn't notice? Or something. Carla (my guitar teacher), on Monday, suggested that it was more likely someone dropped it on the way to a laundromat. But I like my idea better. You know how you always see pairs of shoes (and sometimes and iron) hanging from power lines? Well, maybe someone wanted to experiment by doing that with lingerie.
That is all.
Apparently they'd been told to stall by Stan, who was at the house of Jess, who was having issues of some kind or another that I delicately failed to pry into. My tact surpasses all limits of the known universe. So does Sasha's Robin Williams imitation, which mainly involved iron pandas with chinese balls, or something. Also Jason drives like a maniac, especially when Sasha is trying to give him directions. Those two together almost out-do Liza - the "Is that two lanes or one" girl. You don't want to be in a car doing illegal u-turns driven by a giggling maniac and the backseat driver OF ALL DETH. Seriously, Sasha is like my mother with extra swearing. Anyway, we got there eventually, and the bouncers looked suspiciously at sasha, and of course were not on the list, but some random came out and said to stan (who WAS on the list) "You know these people? Okay, they're cool, c'mon in." I don't think Stan even knew who the guy was XP
The place was SO FUCKING HUGE, and I mean it - towards the end of the night, when all the drunk Moriah/Reddam kids had left, a bunch of us ended up sitting in a walk-in wardrobe and talking about how, dude, you could LIVE in this bit alone. I commented that BACK IN SOVIET RUSSIA the whole house would have been subdivided with like thirty families living in it. This is true, just ask my dad. It nalso had a rooftop, which we spent most of the party on, drinking whiskey (mmm, medicinal...), admiring the view (which was awesome) and fiddling with somebodys guitar (probably Dans). We tried to do one of those games where everyone makes up a few rhymes, with dan playing various random chords, but it didn't exactly work... it went kind of like this:
Dan: Okay... *strum strum* c'mon somebody start.
Alex: Oh uh Dan is really hot and uh, something something ot.
Dan: *Strum strum* ... *strum strum*
Avi: Oh what is it my turn? Pass the whiskey.
Greg: Can somebody get this random off my leg?
Laivi: INTERJECTION.
Dan: Goddamit people you're supposed to rhyme!
The aforementioned drunk Moriah/Reddam kids contain Illana and co, of my various Drama places, which was amusing. I'm not sure how any of that crowd got so drunk, because there really weren't all that many bottles lying around. and no vodka. And Greg had been holding on to the whiskey. He was rather drunk by the end of the evening - but not as drunk as Elle, the girl who forcibly attached herself to his leg for no readily apparent reason. Really friendly drunk, that one. Avi said he found her amusing, but everyone else was just like O_o. At some point while we were admiring the view, Liza suddenly drove off and went home. I'm not sure why. I went downstairs for a while because it was cold and various people were wandering around, and couldn't find the others - it turned out they were hiding from Elle.
I walked into a room and they were all like "SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR QUICK LOCK IT." But Avi was still on the stairs chatting to a random he knew from Emanuel - I basically reached through the doorway and dragged him in by his collar, goodness knows what they made of that! Anyway, the rest of the evening was spent alternately on the balcony or the rooftop - Polina showed up, and somebody started taking photographs. Stan stood on the skylight, until he found out it was a skylight, although it was clearly capable of holding him up. Then elle sat on it until someone told HER what it was, whereupon she got worried that someone could look up her dress through it.
Apparently the house belongs to Dan's aunt, who hadn't yet moved in, explaining the lack of furniture, which was actually a smart move considering what's rumoured to happen to furniture at this kind of party. Someone did manage to steal a doorknob though. At least, there wasn't one on the front door when we left. Which is a bit... I mean who steals a doorknob? Why would you steal a doorknob? What possibly use could anyone have for a doorknob belonging to someone else? Are they going to sell it on the black market? Is it a souvenir? Did they feel a sudden and urgent need for a paperweight? Is it some kind of obscure drinking game? Maybe it's Modern Art. Maybe someone is collecting doorknobs from every house they visit to make into a statue for posterity. Or perhaps they plan to make it into a hat. Actually, a doorknob hat would be pretty cool.
I ended up splitting a taxi with Avi (lifts home were just as whoknowswhat as lifts there, except that some people had the option of sleeping over and OTHERS could WALK home. *grumblemutterstanmuttergrumble*) and borrowing money off him for it, since I only had five bucks. By that point I was beside myself with sleepiness - a combination of whiskey, PMS and late night don't make for an alert Maggie.
On a final amusing note, Greg is alternately called Greg, Celene and PJ. Nobody knows where the PJ comes from, since it isn't actually based on any form of his name whatsoever at all. I can only speculate that it's a nicname left over from some sort of Notorious Pajama Incident in his childhood.
Oh, and a quick random from Sunday - I went to seymour theatre with my dad to see, co-incidentally, some kind of play about South Africa and apartheid. It was really well done, with tribal chants and stuff. It made me cry, but then I was kind of emotional and somewhat in pain at the time, so really, a lost puppy would have made me cry at that point. They were awesome though. On the way back to the car I saw a thong lying in the street. My reaction went something like "what the- is that underwear? That is underwear. Why is there underwear lying in the street? Who just strips naked in the middle of City Road and forgets their thong?" My dad's theory was a girl in a skirt, the elastic broke... she was... drunk and didn't notice? Or something. Carla (my guitar teacher), on Monday, suggested that it was more likely someone dropped it on the way to a laundromat. But I like my idea better. You know how you always see pairs of shoes (and sometimes and iron) hanging from power lines? Well, maybe someone wanted to experiment by doing that with lingerie.
That is all.
