Saturday Night

A Night With My Typical Adventures

Last night was SaviourDave's twenty-first. It started at four - we made it there at around half past eight... oops. In my defense, my ride cancelled at the last minute, after already running really late, so i drove up in the end. But it was all good. However, we missed the speeches, so i had one of my incredible guilt trips. SD seemed pretty happy though, so it was ok. He seemed like he was having a fantastic time. It was nice to see him having such a great time. It was a little awkward for me, seeing as i didn't know too many people very well. Around ten, people headed off. I just headed home, but quite a few people headed into the city on a bus. I couldn't be convinced to go though, i wasn't feeling very comfortable with things. Problem? I have a tendancy to speed when i'm driving and i'm upset. Really should work on that.

I dropped Loz home, but then got a call from Sawks. Eventually, dispite my somewhat dismal mood, she convinced me to come into town, at least to collect them from the adelaide law ball. I almost considered meeting up with SD and co in town - but i didn't know how to find the place they were at and eventually just didn't. So, i went to the place where they were having the law ball and waited out front for around fifteen minutes, until they came out.

While i was waiting, i saw a few things that disturbed me slightly. There was a girl sitting out front with two of her friends on a bench. She was completely off her face. The girls with her were all a twitter and there were boys running back and forth to try and find the rest of their group. Suddenly, the girl threw up, all over her friend, herself and the ground. That was bad. Then it got worse as she fell off the bench, into it. Her friends couldn't lift her up, so she was just being sick and lying in it on the ground. It was awful. Eventually, some boys helped pick her up and lay her in the grass. They called an ambulence, but when it arrived nobody went up to them and they left again. That was strange... The worst part? The bouncers. Not only were they laughing. Not only were they doing absolutely nothing to help the poor girl and her friends, despite the fact that they could have easily helped out. But they were taking photos on their mobiles. Taking photos! It was totally uncalled for. At least, i thought it was.

Ray, Freckles, Caz and LewBear came out eventually and we took my car to the Havvy. Their plan? Cheer up Annie by taking her to see her adored 'Mr.Ed'. Did they succeed? Totally. At least for a little while anyway. Hey, so i didn't get the hugs that Freckles did or the conversation that Ray got. But i got to see him in all his gorgeousness. Totally great. We were only there for a little while, because the place was closing. We danced (they have great music! - but i didn't really dance; i try not to do that anymore) and waved goodbye to our favourite glassy in a somewhat silly fashion. But it was so cool - i hadn't been out before and neither had LewBear, so we tried out our IDs for the first time. Yay!

I had the lovely job of designated driver, taking the crew home. On the way, i had the scariest experience i've had in a loooong time. Namely, a run in with the police. It's ok - i didn't do anything wrong! But it sure didn't feel that way. Here's the story. I was driving home and took a wrong turn, ending up in a dead end. There was a police car there, so i u-turned and was extra careful about staying at the speed limit. I kept driving, then noticed the cop car was behind me, with lights flashing. They didn't sound a horn or anything, so i slowed - but they didn't do anything, so i kept going and stopped at the red light. When the light went green, i turned and saw a booze bus in front of me. It was in my lane, so i stopped, but nobody came up to me, so i pulled out and went around it. The cop car still followed me and was completely freaking me out. Finally, it honked and i pulled over.

I wound down my window and they told me i had to get out of the car. I was so stressed out! They took my licence and asked where my P-Plates where. I told them i was on P2s, but they didn't know what they were! They thought that P2s meant that i had demerit points from drink driving previously. Then they were asking about my 'corrective lenses' - i could hardly prove that i was wearing contacts! They copied all the details down from my licence and i was stressing out that i'd done something wrong and just had no idea. They asked what i thought i was doing when i'd turned down that dead end - when i said i had just taken a wrong turn, they didn't seem to believe me. They asked for details about my night - i told them i'd been to a party in coro valley, picked up the guys from the law ball, gone to the havvy for half an hour because it was LewBear and my first time out and that i was now taking them home. I asked how i should've known that they wanted me to stop - they said they could pull over anyone they liked. Tough. But they didn't actually answer my question. They acted like that was wrong! Then came the breath test. That was incredibly freaky... because i'd had one sip of someone's drink about an hour ago and i was terrified that i was going to blow and lose my licence. I blew... and then there was silence. They didn't say anything!! So it must've been ok. Eventually, they glared at me and told me that maybe i shouldn't drive so many people. Like i'd been caught doing something wrong! They were so mean. I don't like the police anymore. Most terrifying experience i've had in a long time.

I got back in the car and the guys all breathed a sigh of relief, congratulating me on managing to make it out alive. We made it out of there safely in the end. Instead of going to Freckles', we did what seems to be our usual thing and headed to a park. On the way, we saw a guy lying on the footpath, who seemed to be unconcious. We stopped, but didn't get out of the car, in case he was a psycho... i didn't feel great about leaving him there, but decided to check him again on the way home, just to see. Freckles directed me to the park. They were the funniest directions i've ever heard; in her somewhat inebriated state, all i had was cries of 'slow down! there's no hurry!!' (when i was going around 10kmph) or 'turn right!! turn right!!!' (with incredible emphasis and urgency), with a few 'annie! park here! not on the bitumen, you must be JUST ON the gutter!!' thrown in. All in a tone of complete urgency and emphasis. It was the absolute funniest thing that i've seen in an awfully long time. The rest of us were in hysterics.

Eventually we hit the park and hung out for awhile on the truck and the swings. We had a few hours just hanging out and chatting, catching up on the goss. It was good fun - we heard about Ray's stalker and talked about desparate girlies, with all their flaws. Good times. Eventually, we headed home. When we went past the place where that guy was, he was still there. I couldn't just drive off. I got out, to check on him (all the girlies following me 'just in case') and said 'hey!', pretty loudly - and he moved! Right. I was happy, he was alive, so we could leave. I dropped Freckles and Caz off at Freckles', took Ray home and then LewBear. It was about 2.30 by the time i got home, but i'd ended up having an ok night. The girls were fantastic, wanting to cheer me up. We had a good time.

Still, the slight problem at the party and the police did contribute to meeting my quota of disasters for the week. Overall though? Seeing 'Mr.Ed' (the ''s being for the fact that i don't really agree with him being called that...) was so good and the girls and LewBear were fantastic. It was good.

Annie