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bliumchikLaivi had his long awaited birthday party on Saturday night. Once again, Avi and I were misinformed as to the starting time, except this time we actually arrived at six, which was, in retrospect, absolutely stupid. If I hadn't been a bundle of nerves from being hormonal and having SPIDERS JUMPING ON ME ALL DAY, maybe I'd have made the connection. That is the last time I'm cleaning out my wardrobe before the house gets fumigated, I tell you. Anyway. Laivi wasn't even there when we arrived, but he told us (via mobile) to hang out in his garage till he arrived. I stacked some more poker chips.
Eventually everyone else trickled in, accompanied by a shitload of booze, mostly in the form of Absolut vodka bottles, one of which had already been polished off. Sasha had the bright idea to fill it up with water (since you can't tell the difference by looking) and through-out the night the same scene kept playing out...
Random: Where's the booze?
Sasha: *hands over bottle*
Random: Thanks man- WTF this is not vodka!
Sahsa: LOL!
Until somebody poured half a shaker of salt into it and then poured the water out over the eski in a desperate attempt to keep the ice from melting. There was also some dodgy stuff going on with limes, and someone or other brought an extremely medicinal bottle of something that tasted like lemon-flavoured ethanol.
There were many randoms, mostly from Moriah, in fact so many that Laivi and Aryeh miserably failed to put up a partition separating the rest of the house from the kitchen. The damn thing kept falling over. In the end they just lay it across the doorway lengthwise and people got the idea. Also, Aryeh found some bona fide Yellow Caution Tape - you know, the kind that says "Caution, DO NOT ENTER"? We debated wrapping it around Sasha, but it ended up going across the garage to separate the Designated Moshing Area from the Designated Make-out Area, neither of which were used for anything of the sort.
Stoner Simon showed up, and lo and behold paid Avi back the twnty he owed him (but is still in deep shit for losing the $400 Toly gave him for concert tickets... I mean WTF how do you even do that?). Sasha plied our single Asian ChickTM with vodka, and subsequently got yelled at by her mates on the phone.
Jess, Adam and I decided to share a cab, since we all lived in the Eastern Suburbs and had to be home before midnight, more or less. The taxi just completely and utterly failed to show up. So did the next one we called. Eventually Adam's mum picked us up. But not before some completely random bald guy showed up, dribbling a basketball very, very badly, upturned his beer bottle on Laivi's car, and handed us a phone.
It turned out he had been talking to a friend of his who knew Laivi, but we were very UM WTF for a while.
NOTE TO SELF: Don't drink and menstruate. The room started spinning after two glasses. Yeesh. I mean, I haven't drank for a while, but still, that's pathetic.
Eventually everyone else trickled in, accompanied by a shitload of booze, mostly in the form of Absolut vodka bottles, one of which had already been polished off. Sasha had the bright idea to fill it up with water (since you can't tell the difference by looking) and through-out the night the same scene kept playing out...
Random: Where's the booze?
Sasha: *hands over bottle*
Random: Thanks man- WTF this is not vodka!
Sahsa: LOL!
Until somebody poured half a shaker of salt into it and then poured the water out over the eski in a desperate attempt to keep the ice from melting. There was also some dodgy stuff going on with limes, and someone or other brought an extremely medicinal bottle of something that tasted like lemon-flavoured ethanol.
There were many randoms, mostly from Moriah, in fact so many that Laivi and Aryeh miserably failed to put up a partition separating the rest of the house from the kitchen. The damn thing kept falling over. In the end they just lay it across the doorway lengthwise and people got the idea. Also, Aryeh found some bona fide Yellow Caution Tape - you know, the kind that says "Caution, DO NOT ENTER"? We debated wrapping it around Sasha, but it ended up going across the garage to separate the Designated Moshing Area from the Designated Make-out Area, neither of which were used for anything of the sort.
Stoner Simon showed up, and lo and behold paid Avi back the twnty he owed him (but is still in deep shit for losing the $400 Toly gave him for concert tickets... I mean WTF how do you even do that?). Sasha plied our single Asian ChickTM with vodka, and subsequently got yelled at by her mates on the phone.
Jess, Adam and I decided to share a cab, since we all lived in the Eastern Suburbs and had to be home before midnight, more or less. The taxi just completely and utterly failed to show up. So did the next one we called. Eventually Adam's mum picked us up. But not before some completely random bald guy showed up, dribbling a basketball very, very badly, upturned his beer bottle on Laivi's car, and handed us a phone.
It turned out he had been talking to a friend of his who knew Laivi, but we were very UM WTF for a while.
NOTE TO SELF: Don't drink and menstruate. The room started spinning after two glasses. Yeesh. I mean, I haven't drank for a while, but still, that's pathetic.
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Date: 2005-12-19 04:57 am (UTC)Just note, anyone reading this who knows Sash, that he didn't do anything that wasn't specifically requested by the chick while she was sober.
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Date: 2005-12-19 05:29 pm (UTC)