Funky Night Fridays

I Smell Smoky

Ok, so i JUST got home. I decided that i HAD to write now, so as to better capture the evening. Due to the night i've had, the screen is somewhat blurred... so i'm going on my faith in my touch-typing skills and hoping that i don't make toooooo many errors. If i do, you'll have to forgive me. My 'delete' button is truly getting a workout, let me tell you.

Anyway, tonight was the night that i've been stressing about for the most part of the week. The SouthAfrican decided to organise drinks at the Alma. Apparently, in order to get over my fear of all-people-new, i HAD to come with. He was very persistent. I was *this* close to pulling the too-much-work like - but my MOTHER insisted that i come! Random. Apparently, the SouthAfrican and MarriedMan planned to come and get me regardless of whether i wanted them too or not. At least this way i was dressed.

Ok. So i was looking somewhat decent. I was nervous as all hell at the thought of having to spenf the night in the company of people who scared me. And i was terrified because the SouthAfrican said that i HAD to dance. I don't dance. MusicMan pays me out soooo much that i now have a complex and generally refuse to go anywhere near people moving in time with a beat.

But we arrived (and weren't even carded!!!). The SouthAfrican and i took advantage of the 2-for-1 vodka/OJs and stocked up. Five glasses later, along with a celebratory 'happy 18th birthday' champagne, i was dancing. Not by choice, mind you, but because i was out numbered, eight to one and had no other choice. My resolve lowered somewhat, there was nothing that i could do...

By 12.15, we'd been dancing for at least two hours. I had the side-to-side step down pat. MarriedMan said i wasn't looking laughable, so we decided that my lack of confidence in 'movement' was due to MarriedMan and the lack of his presence did wonders for me :P The girls we were with (SouthAfrican and MarriedMan were outnumbered seven-to-two) were LOVELY and made such an effort to be nice and all. It was lovely.

After a month and a few days, i finally celebrated my 18th birthday! There was legal drinking, a cool live-music-guy (proving the SouthAfrican's theory that a man with musical talent is immediately attractive) and dancing that didn't end in my hanging my head in shame. A good night, if i ever saw one! Despite the fact that there wasn't anyone there that i am totally comfortable with, i had much fun. MarriedMan and i had a bit of a goss... found out some interetsing things about who did and did not remember everything about what happened the night of his birthday. Veeeeeery interesting indeed (think SouthAfrican and TinyTim :P). I am yet to be in a mood where i know what to think of that.

But now, with nothing more to day that the fact that SouthAfrican and MarriedMan are my saviours and that i had a really great night (and for once am glad that i wasn't insanely stubborn and decided to go out), i shall love you and leave you. I have to work in less that eight hours... which is taxing enough at the best of times, without a late night... Plus, tomorrow i've got to visit a travel agent, go op-shopping, start two 1000 word assignments that are due monday, set-up and run youth group and go to a friends 18th... sheesh. Do i have time to sleep? Probably not. But hey, since when has that stopped me?

Lol, my first night out on the town (or at leat in Macgill :P) was a success! I want a repeat :P

Annie

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P.S; hope this made sense and classifies as something more 'exciting'!!