Nothing incredibly exciting happened last week. I've been drinking a lot of red during the weeknights, and waking up with wine lips. Crappy television, almost like I'm being forced to watch it. I'm soaking in the laziness before i have to start being a big girl and working 60 hour weeks.
Friday was nothing big. I sat on the roof for hours and watched people get loaded while i sipped at my drink. Duffy, however, had a big night. And the next morning she was 'horrendous'. She's quite the drinker, and her body finally told her to 'fucking stop' by screwing with her health and giving her a nasty cold. That's what you get, Kate!
I am literally encircled by Asian people right now, googling 'soul mama' ( vegetarian restaurant ). hah.
Anyway. Most of us spent the day trying to get kate feeling better, i mean...she's usually hungover, but not ACTUALLY sick. I spent the day on the roof, laying on Claire, reading, drinking tea and then a gradual slip into TED's. There are so many English people here right now, i swear they are going to take over. I think i was the only person not from the UK on the roof, most of the time.
I made a hearty dinner, and watched a little of Harry Potter ( horrible, i know ). While trying to convince Duffy that she was well enough to go to Cam's party. I'm a bad influence. I replaced her with Harrison, and we headed out around 10 o'clock. When we left he was saying he was going to have a few drinks, and with my amazing peer pressure talents, when we got off the tram he was acknowledging the fact that he was getting drunk.
We met at the builders arms with Paul and his mates, they were at a previous party. We had a few drinks there before going. We got some take away beers ( yes you can do that in Australia ) and walked a few blocks to Cam's.
The party was mexican/cuban/south american themed. I did little but put on a beaded top and a flower, atleast it was real, in my hair. Other people there went all out. Josh had a beard and sombrero on. Krissy and Jess had the whole peasant top and glittery skirt, big hair. And oh my god Cam. he had these pimp baby blue, high waisted trousers and...well you'll see the rest. Let's just say he looked like a crime lord. Diana, you might agree?
Cam and Paul doing some sort of dodgy(sketchy) drug deal.... If you didn't catch on.When we first got there I saw Tristan, another reception guy, and chatted with him - then he pointed cam out. When i saw him i honestly thought he was a completely different guy, probably cause he shaved some sketch stash and side burns. The next time i saw cam, he was dancing by himself to some cheesy 80's music in the living room alone.
So. I was just standing in the kitchen, and i kept noticing this girl thinking ' she looks framiliar' - but then again, i'm used to thinking that - living in a hostel, new country, whatever. I forget about it, and a few minutes later she grabs my arm and looks my in the eye and asks ' did we meet in the airport?'
In pearson airport, this girl my age, asked me to watch her bags. It was sketchy, but i didnt think of it. Then we met again in LAX, we chatted for an hour and really got along well. We discovered we were both heading to Sydney, then Melbourne, and were in very similar boats. She gave me a sleeping pill ( probably not the safest thing to take from a stranger in an airport...) and then we parted as we boarded.
I was hoping to see her when we landed, luckily i did, but it was in customs and we only had time to say a quick ' goodbye and good luck' to each other. As i was walking away i thought ' fuck, i should have got her name...or e-mail. Something'
And ever since then, she would pop up in my mind, and i would regret not trading info.
But hey! Fate intervened, we found each other in a city of millions, at some tiny random house party. We completely clicked, and in no time were already being sarcastic and Canadian with one another( she's from Ottawa ). Yes, i got her name, and have added her on facebook.
I was so excited after that.
I managed to pry myself away from our miraculous moment. I had a good time. Some how the living room was converted into a VIP, standing-room-only rock out venue. How might you ask? By the power of Bon Jovi. I was really reluctant to dance at first, but i just couldn't hold back. No one could. It was a magical moment. Luckily i went to the bathroom for the beginning of Africa, i might of had an overload of cheesy music.
Then it hit me and i was really tired, ready for bed. Don't worry, I stayed long enough to see Cam, who was now wearing a lampshade on his head accompanied with my dying flower, dramatically wipe out in a vveerryy (lettersx2) drunken way. The next day, im sure his only recollection of it was the huge bruise on the back of his ribs.
We managed to get out, alive, and make a slow decent back.
The next morning I woke up very, very hungover. I layed in bed for a good few hours, until i managed to convince someone to go out for breakfast with me. I spent twenty bucks on breakfast. Then spent the rest of the day trying to stay as still as possible. It was nice outside, so we sat out back and half read the paper. I really just sat there.
I finished the hangover day with How to Loose a Guy In 10 days, what could be better? huh? huh?
Monday, I woke up early and got some errands done. Grocery shopping, cleaning. ETC. Caught an early show out in Carlton ( the Italian area ) to see Before The Devil Knows You're Dead. I really liked it, although depressing, and about fuck up brothers just digging themselves and their families deeper and deeper. Went shopping, thought i didn't purchase anything, afterwards. Tried on some sexy hats, and drank some coffee. If you haven't' clued in, I called in sick to work, i had pink eye and just felt like I had been hit by a bus.
I worked a total of 12 and a half hours today. I work the same tomorrow, but on friday i can sleep in and i am more than thrilled. I apologized for the lack of pictures, I have been busy. I didnt even take that one, stole it off facebook.
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