Jan 1, 2010

unhappy old year.

Well my night was positively tragic.
I really cannot be bothered telling the entire story, so here are some highlights.

The drinking game when everyone found out my deepest, darkest secret and will not let me live it down. Fuck, you learn a lot about people by playing drinking games.

Arriving at Lavo station and cheering at all these randoms, getting pumped. Then we cheered and made friends with all these Indians who talked to us about cricket and whatever. Some drunk bogan came over to us asking for a lighter and would not leave us until we got off at Newport.

On the train, the entire carriage we were on was dressed in white - junkies going to Sensations. Their pupils were bigger than their eyes. I discovered my new boyfriend on the train. Philip befriended some Maoris on the other carriage and somehow indirectly started a fight on the train, which led to our whole carriage chanting "AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI !" The guy behind me agreed with me when I said "Stop the violence, I just want a fucking cigarette !" Good friendships were made on that train.

Newport station, Gez flipped off an entire train of people, including children, not expecting them to ALL get off the train.

I ripped out a jumper from my bag and Gez put a plastic bag on her head in an attempt to protect our hair. Didn't work according to plan.

On the way home in the taxi we tried to bribe the taxi driver to let us overload with five passengers and he wouldn't take it so Tom ran home, in storm weather. What a trooper.

Sitting outside with Phil having a d&m and a ciggie, these pill poppers came up to my house asking if some random lived here. I said no, I lived here now. We had a grand conversation and now I'm best friends with my neighbour, his girlfriend, an Irish guy and a cage fighter. They kept leaving and coming back and speaking to us, and I gave them all orange juice because I was scared they'd dehydrate and die.

"Woah man, look at how white that kitty's paws are !"
"I'm a carpenter, and I built a pool. It's only from about here to your front door and it's made out of wood and it's only about this deep -points at shin- but if there's not many of you, I was gonna say, I know it's cold and all but if you have nothing better to do you can come and sit in my pool."

"You are coming over and we are getting blind, because we are neighbours and new friends and we are getting drunk together. I probably won't remember but just come over anyway because chances are I'll already be drunk."

"Where is the music...why is there no music...I want to DANCE."

And et cetera.














Goodbye and good riddance.