After Saturday night's efforts, I took a little time adjusting to life on Sunday. I scrambled out of bed, coaxed myself into putting some makeup on and staggered off to meet friends for lunch. Ate way too much, tried to drink champagne (someone's gotta do it) and barely got down 2 glasses... I was in Struggle Town.
Then came Parklife. My mate kindly gave me a guest ticket and another friend gave me VIP so I was sorted. I just could not for the life of me imagine drinking alcohol. Only until the bitter end did I manage a couple of beers, and by this stage everyone around me was so wasted it kinda seemed pointless to try and catch up.
But I did get a good dance in to Missy Elliott (for those times she actually chose to sing), Busy P, New Young Pony Club, Kele and Groove Armada on their last tour ever :( The festival itself wasn't that amazing but it was good to see more mates, and then afterwards head into town to see more people. Just 2 beers later and I was DONE. Absolutely pooped! Got a cab home, impressed the driver that I picked some of the Algerian/French he was talking on the phone via my Romanian skills and was tucked into bed before midnight. And god, did I need that sleep.
Friday, 8 October 2010
I'm a horrible, useless slut
Saturday began with a foggy head and plans to head to a birthday party on my side of the bridge before going into town to meet some more mates... never did I think it would end by a mega embarrassing lapse of memory...
The bday party was fine, got to see some more mates I hadn't seen in a while, and eventually hauled one of my very drunken friends into dad's car to go into the city. Once there, we finally got in to the back entrance of this secret club that she knew the bouncers of (otherwise no hope of getting in) and she stumbled up the stairs and pretty much into the arms of some sleazy American suit wannabe.. it was at this point I decided to put her in a cab, to the amusement of the entire bar. Don't drink on antibiotics, kids.
So once she was off home, me and my mate K continued to get rowdy in bar after bar, eventually meeting up with other mates, some of whom indulged us in some naughty treats that sent us into trashbag overload - in a good way ;) Of these two mates in particular, one was a guy I went to primary school with who'd moved away shortly after. I thought I hadn't seen him since then, so I exclaimed, 'OMG, I haven't seen you in like 20 years!' to which my other friend whispered to me, 'Actually you have, and that time you actually slept with him. Oh, and it was his first time too.' SHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Worst ever. Tried to cover my tracks, not sure if it worked, but damn I am useless. Officially.
While our mates were refused entry into the last bar (phew, the less embarrassment for me or anyone else, the better), we went in with our new best friend bouncer and danced up a storm with some random guys. Last memory I have was me asking where one particularly interested guy lived, deciding it was too far and jumping in a cab alone to dad's house. Best decision ever.
The bday party was fine, got to see some more mates I hadn't seen in a while, and eventually hauled one of my very drunken friends into dad's car to go into the city. Once there, we finally got in to the back entrance of this secret club that she knew the bouncers of (otherwise no hope of getting in) and she stumbled up the stairs and pretty much into the arms of some sleazy American suit wannabe.. it was at this point I decided to put her in a cab, to the amusement of the entire bar. Don't drink on antibiotics, kids.
So once she was off home, me and my mate K continued to get rowdy in bar after bar, eventually meeting up with other mates, some of whom indulged us in some naughty treats that sent us into trashbag overload - in a good way ;) Of these two mates in particular, one was a guy I went to primary school with who'd moved away shortly after. I thought I hadn't seen him since then, so I exclaimed, 'OMG, I haven't seen you in like 20 years!' to which my other friend whispered to me, 'Actually you have, and that time you actually slept with him. Oh, and it was his first time too.' SHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Worst ever. Tried to cover my tracks, not sure if it worked, but damn I am useless. Officially.
While our mates were refused entry into the last bar (phew, the less embarrassment for me or anyone else, the better), we went in with our new best friend bouncer and danced up a storm with some random guys. Last memory I have was me asking where one particularly interested guy lived, deciding it was too far and jumping in a cab alone to dad's house. Best decision ever.
'The Hen's Night Out'
The plan was set for Friday night and it was looking like a girls only affair. Never been too much of a problem for me :) We headed to Double Bay, which is usually a no go zone for me but since it was for my girlies, I relented.
It turned out to be more of a hens night, with all but one of us single and several recently heartbroken by break-ups or just boys in general. No surprises there (wow, this really is turning into a feminist rant innit ha). We got merry with rounds of shots and all the appropriate alcoholic treats, laughing at some of the guys attempting to chat us up.
One in particular, an English bloke, was so hammered he kept asking my name (which as a nickname is one letter) and then eventually floated away somewhere. When he returned, he said, 'sorry what was your name again?' to which my ever-eloquent friend said, 'Look mate, it's one fucking letter, see ya later.' After which he realised his time was up and skulked away. Bahahahaha...
The last memory I have is a kebab shop and saying, 'I don't feel too well' to my bestie before passing. Bless her, I awoke in the morning to a (empty) bucket, glass of water and my earrings next to my bed. Then it was Saturday...
It turned out to be more of a hens night, with all but one of us single and several recently heartbroken by break-ups or just boys in general. No surprises there (wow, this really is turning into a feminist rant innit ha). We got merry with rounds of shots and all the appropriate alcoholic treats, laughing at some of the guys attempting to chat us up.
One in particular, an English bloke, was so hammered he kept asking my name (which as a nickname is one letter) and then eventually floated away somewhere. When he returned, he said, 'sorry what was your name again?' to which my ever-eloquent friend said, 'Look mate, it's one fucking letter, see ya later.' After which he realised his time was up and skulked away. Bahahahaha...
The last memory I have is a kebab shop and saying, 'I don't feel too well' to my bestie before passing. Bless her, I awoke in the morning to a (empty) bucket, glass of water and my earrings next to my bed. Then it was Saturday...
Re-igniting old flames...
Thursday night rolled around and I headed to an industry gig to catch up with mates. Didn't know much about this thing but it turned out to be a networking event for people in the music industry with media, advertising, film etc. So it wasn't entirely unusual that I only knew a handful of people, but perhaps a little unexpected that I ran into a guy I hadn't seen for years who works for something like the stock exchange.
Anyway, the night wore on, I was suitably appetised by almost illegally young rock singers (sigh) and before I knew it, I was having all manner of flashbacks back at my mate's parents' house in Vaucluse. Damn, that is a fine property. 180 degree views of the entire Sydney Harbour. Can't complain about that.
So, getting my diva on to suit the mood, I refused to go out on the balcony until I had a spliff in one hand and a big, fluffy bathrobe around me. Suitably attired, we wandered out and before long he was proving my theory wrong that he'd never reciprocated the crush I had on him... Good times, great classic hits.
Anyway, the night wore on, I was suitably appetised by almost illegally young rock singers (sigh) and before I knew it, I was having all manner of flashbacks back at my mate's parents' house in Vaucluse. Damn, that is a fine property. 180 degree views of the entire Sydney Harbour. Can't complain about that.
So, getting my diva on to suit the mood, I refused to go out on the balcony until I had a spliff in one hand and a big, fluffy bathrobe around me. Suitably attired, we wandered out and before long he was proving my theory wrong that he'd never reciprocated the crush I had on him... Good times, great classic hits.
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Takin it easy
The next two days and nights were spent with old friends, catching up on gossip and telling them stories of the time I injected a dog and then drove a tractor leading an over-packed hay bale trailer. It all sounded a bit unreal coming out of my mouth but it also made me more excited to know I just had more of the same coming in the very near future.
By Wednesday night, which was meant to be my last in Australia, I'd decided it was foolish and wildly inappropriate to leave before a long w.e in my home town so I promptly changed my flight to Monday afternoon. *Cue crazy disco music and massive shape throwing*
So I stayed in that night, knowing I would be in for a biggie - well, continuous biggies - until I left. Dad's wife cooked a stellar lamb roast and I also caught up with my sister-in-law. Didn't mind spending some quality time with daddy dearest either.
By Wednesday night, which was meant to be my last in Australia, I'd decided it was foolish and wildly inappropriate to leave before a long w.e in my home town so I promptly changed my flight to Monday afternoon. *Cue crazy disco music and massive shape throwing*
So I stayed in that night, knowing I would be in for a biggie - well, continuous biggies - until I left. Dad's wife cooked a stellar lamb roast and I also caught up with my sister-in-law. Didn't mind spending some quality time with daddy dearest either.
Backtracking to Oz... Scuuuuuuuuuuubaaaaarrrr
OK so I'm not really sure how this is gonna work but basically I have now wrapped up an insane 10 days of visiting family and friends in Australia, and will attempt to give the short but sweet versions of each day.
Last I remember I had blogged about my sister's party which was epic. So after spending the w.e up the coast, I headed back to Sydney to start the big friends catch up. Deep breath. And get the calendar out to refresh my memory.
The first night back in town I spent with some industry mates (most of which were drunk when I got there) and a couple of lovely ladies I just happen to know. We went to Betty's Soup Kitchen then the Courthouse (hideous) and then topped off a classy evening at Scubar, where unnamed industry boozehound didn't even make it past the bouncer before she bailed into a cab unexpectedly.
Once inside this club - open til 4am on a Monday night and sandwiched next to Australia's biggest youth hostel - we were greeted with the expected mix of students and backpackers, all of whom had one thing and one thing only on their minds: picking up. So us old fogies, feeling ever the older when one of my mates saw some of the law students she teaches at uni, hung about people watching.
Before long, there was a steady stream of guys coming in for the kill on one of us at a time. We politely refused each and every one of them and soon realised our dreams of a good ol' pash, dash n palm were not going to be achieved. Not that night anyway. We did meet some hot Italians but, well, I've not had the best experience with Italian men thus far and so we decided against going to another seedy bar in the Cross when Scubar closed, and left them in a cab behind us wondering whz the hell we turned left instead of right.
Last I remember I had blogged about my sister's party which was epic. So after spending the w.e up the coast, I headed back to Sydney to start the big friends catch up. Deep breath. And get the calendar out to refresh my memory.
The first night back in town I spent with some industry mates (most of which were drunk when I got there) and a couple of lovely ladies I just happen to know. We went to Betty's Soup Kitchen then the Courthouse (hideous) and then topped off a classy evening at Scubar, where unnamed industry boozehound didn't even make it past the bouncer before she bailed into a cab unexpectedly.
Once inside this club - open til 4am on a Monday night and sandwiched next to Australia's biggest youth hostel - we were greeted with the expected mix of students and backpackers, all of whom had one thing and one thing only on their minds: picking up. So us old fogies, feeling ever the older when one of my mates saw some of the law students she teaches at uni, hung about people watching.
Before long, there was a steady stream of guys coming in for the kill on one of us at a time. We politely refused each and every one of them and soon realised our dreams of a good ol' pash, dash n palm were not going to be achieved. Not that night anyway. We did meet some hot Italians but, well, I've not had the best experience with Italian men thus far and so we decided against going to another seedy bar in the Cross when Scubar closed, and left them in a cab behind us wondering whz the hell we turned left instead of right.
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Good times back home = slack blogger
So I know I've been mega shit with keeping up in the blog stakes, but I have good reason! I am back for a short time only in my home country and trying desperately to see all my besties and family as often as possible. It's good being back for a short time cos everyone makes the effort to see you and you enjoy every second much more than if I was here forever - it's shiezenhauzer though because some people are just so busy and I don't think I will see them!! Oh well, can't please everyone.
Over the last few days, well almost a week, I've managed to go to the place I used to keep my horse and see the lady that lives there, one of my old school teachers who is just so lovely. Left my sunnies at her house which sux balls. Many a hungover day I've been punished since.
Being back here has really mixed me up emotionally... from the mini-anxiety attack I had on the plane here to the growing appreciation and love I have for this intensely beautiful country. And a developing longing to see the rest of it...
Anyway, as I finish this blog I'm writing from London, where I've just landed and it's going to be another hectic 24 hours so I won't likely get a chance to update any more blogging until I get to Slovenia.
I NEED SLEEP!!
Over the last few days, well almost a week, I've managed to go to the place I used to keep my horse and see the lady that lives there, one of my old school teachers who is just so lovely. Left my sunnies at her house which sux balls. Many a hungover day I've been punished since.
Being back here has really mixed me up emotionally... from the mini-anxiety attack I had on the plane here to the growing appreciation and love I have for this intensely beautiful country. And a developing longing to see the rest of it...
Anyway, as I finish this blog I'm writing from London, where I've just landed and it's going to be another hectic 24 hours so I won't likely get a chance to update any more blogging until I get to Slovenia.
I NEED SLEEP!!
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