Saturday Night Adventures

A night of firsts...

I’ve been nominated to recount the details of the weekend in place of Ani. I apologise in advance for the lack of witty comments and interesting observations that come along with Ani’s writing- my skills are somewhat lacking compared to hers.

Saturday bought with it the first party in a number of weeks- Lath’s semi-cocktail 18^th. On Wednesday I had my wisdom teeth removed, leaving me with a swollen face and a slight resemblance to Moonface from the Far-Away Tree (extremely hot I assure you). Due to the large number of pain-killers I was taking, I wasn’t drinking, making myself and Roz the designated drivers for the night. Having never taken on this role before, the first mistake I made was offering to drive home a group of boys at the end of the night- they assured me there was only four of them (the maximum number of passengers my car will hold), in fact there was at least seven. But im jumping forward to middle of the night, I’ll rewind…

The party itself was a lot of fun. Being, for the first time in a while, completely sober, I had an interesting if not slightly more boring perspective. ‘The Leader’ (blog name assigned to a friend by ani not me) somehow managed to turn one invite into four- which he ensures me is because of his “lucky” shirt- I suspect its more likely to be because Lath is such a lovely host and didn’t want to leave three guys sitting in the gutter outside her house.

As everyone got drunker and drunker, the dancing got wilder and wilder. I don’t think I was alone to say I was scared someone might get hurt when K-dog (again not my nickname) hit the dance floor- it was amusing to say the least. We also discovered that ‘The Leader’ (who from now on I am going to refer to as Macca since I prefer that) made Roz cry in primary school (Go Highgate!!). He found this fact a lot more amusing then Roz did- something that makes me suspect he might also be the culprit of my stolen marbles in year three :-P

By 11:40 Roz and I left to go and pick up her car so we could drive everyone from Laths to Macca’s. When I called to say we were waiting outside to pick everyone up, I was assured they would be out in five minutes. 20 minutes later we were still waiting because the boys wanted Lulu (that’s a guy :-P) to hook up with one of the year 11s and it just wasn’t happening. Back on the street it was quite clear we had at least 12 people and only two cars which wasn’t really going to work, so we ended up doing a number of trips. I was lucky enough to experience some of the worst back-seat drunk driving ever from Bubble Boy who took it upon himself to inform me when I needed to “BRAKE!”

Back at Macca’s we were led into the carpet-covered shed (which was also host to a fresh supply of drinks for those who didn’t feel they were quite drunk enough) but it was soon clear that almost all of the girls there needed to use the toilet and weren’t to keen on the do-it-on-the-fence-down-the-back-alley suggestion from the boys, so we made the short trip from the shed to the park down the road complete with public toilet facilities. Second mistake of the evening: making this trip in the dark with no shoes on- I swear I stepped on something furry!

Bladders freshly emptied, we took over one of the park tables. Once a bottle had been broken (causing Bubble Boy to cut his feet leaving a trail of blood wherever he went) and there were at least two people half passed-out on the grass I came to the realisation that we had become the Park Feral’s. You know- those groups of people that hang out in parks till really late, drinking and making a lot of noise, the sort of people that you cross the street to get away from and look firmly ahead to avoid any eye-contact with, something I found I little disconcerting.

The match-maker of the evening then decided to try and set up two of our company. The plan itself was somewhat flawed but the result was surprisingly successful- resulting in Ani and K-dog hooking-up on a park bench (!!!). The boys staged a number of military-like operations in the hope of getting photos of the event (perverted I know), but despite their elaborate planning they were unsuccessful and only resulted in them getting chased off by K-dog. After mucking around on the playground (Lulu and Macca decided that one unusual spinning device had a strange resemblance to a dildo) Roz, Macca and I returned to Macca’s to pick up our cars (by this stage Ani wasn’t in any condition to be walking anywhere).

When I returned to the park, my car was taken over by a very hungry Bubble Boy who insisted I drive them to get Big Mac’s before we went home. Surprisingly, we had trouble finding an open take-away joint (not that surprising really as it was almost 3am) so had to return to the park empty handed.

I won’t bore you with a recount of the rest of the evening. It involved a trip out to Walkerville before crashing at Roz’s at around 4.30am. Overall, a very random evening but still a lot of fun.

Reading back over this blog entry I’ve realised what a self-indulgent account it is that will be very uninteresting to anyone who was not actually present, defeating its sole purpose. However, with no school and no job, I have nothing better to do! My last thought: Bring on New Year Eve’s! :-)

Kate Xx