Saturday night the antibiotics, no food in belly combined with 5 or 6 jugs of beer and a bottle of wine had a not so great outcome. There was like a million things on that night that I was expected to attend and I had plans to show up at least for a little bit at each. Go to exhibition with Kimber and B, go to the plough inn and meet with Gleaves with the girls then get to valley to watch Sirinival, meet up with Bradwick for a birthday drink and return to the plough inn to have times with the boys and girls from highschool.
Saturday began with farewelling hams who stayed over the night before and nando’s with Teddy and Zap. I came on the expedition to the city with them with plans to meet with B and kimber for the Picasso exhibit in the afternoon. We fucked around for a bit but the stars weren’t aligning so it was a return to padhaus and the enjoying of many beers before I walked all the way back to Southbank to meet the girls. I got overly frustrated with them for not knowing where GoMA is to meet me, even though thats where we were fucking going. Was drunk and not blending well in the exhibit so we decided to go to the museum and look at the animal displays instead until it was time to get loaded once more.
Met with gleaves and trecked to the plough inn to drink beer and listen to shitty cover bands. It was going great until we had been there for a few hours and conversed with a disagreeing kimber as to the hotness of the bartender (who was babe) I said ‘Well, no one is asking you to have sex with him” that she misheard as “no one would ever have sex with you’. We were all joking around and she said something to likes of ‘could you of been anymore offensive’ that I replied “YES, I hate black people, Asians and men.” (like quoting the fucking internet). The WHOLE bar went quiet. I was trying to explain to everyone that I was quoting that angry bird from the interwebs that of COURSE no one had seen. It was time to leave anyway so I left all at the plough inn thinking I was some horrible racist bigot. B and I got a cab to the valley and searched the streets for a place to buy booze. We walked down the road and stopped to ask a 711 guy for directions. Pretty sure he was fucking with us and just scribbled on a piece of paper and gave it to us with claims it was a map. Finally found some wine and went to watch Sirinival. At that point I was so inebriated I could hardly stand, talked with Burney and georide until b suggested we get some air. I got outside, spotted some guy with a moustache, couldn’t string a sentence together to talk to him so I insisted he have my sunglasses that I had on me from walking earlier in the day. Went back inside wanting to curl up under a train and die, desperately wanting to be out of the public eye because I was THAT drunk, then the band finished and so was my bottle of wine. I think I fell over or something and everyone around me was suggesting that I should really go pass out somewhere. Somehow down the street and Jake and Dylan turned up, they hailed a cab and took me home. They were trying to help me, but i yelled at them insisting that i was going to throw up on them if they didn’t leave me alone. Ha. Fail girl. Went round the back and searched for the key Zap had promised he had left out for me but to no avail. Rang him but he was no help and hung up on me, so i decided to try and jump through my window. In seemed like the best way in the drunken state. I took a big run up and dived through the window hit the ground inside headfirst with my legs hanging out the window when it slammed shut on my shins. Fucking ow.
I turned my phone off, not caring about standing a bunch of friends up with determination to deal with it in the morning, didn’t brush my teeth, didn’t get changed, didn’t wash my face and passed out on top of the blankets.
At some point in the night a fucking hurricane happened. Woke up to someone landing on me which scared the crap out of me and I started screaming. It was Zap and he turned on the lights yelling that ‘IT’S JUST ME! IT’S JUST ME!”. I was still broken from drunkness and I started crying and shaking which he thought he could calm me by yelling at me which only set me off more. So the crying and the yelling when on for a while, until Zap decided to go for a shower or something. I got up to get a drink of water to find him sitting on the kitchen floor in his underwear eating mushrooms out of a can. I couldn’t stop shaking so Zap went to tuck me in bed but somehow tripped and landed on me again and my leg started bleeding, a LOT. So then we sat there for ages trying to make my leg stop bleeding, i don’t remember how it ended and I woke up this morning to face all the friends that I completely dogged last night. Sorry guys. Shits fucking ridiculous.
Friday night didn’t go so much to plan either thanks to alcohol. I keep forgetting that the drugs I’m taking completely fuck with you if you drink. It started off drinking lots of beer and with Teddy and Zap under the house until I made the journey to C’s for a party and had plans to meet up with hams for shopping and dinner in Queen street after. I was having a really good time talking to the PT boys, and then Ed whose one of my favourites turned up and I hadn’t seen him for ages so I kept hams waiting for a long time whilst I got loaded with those guys. Hams was on the verge of leaving, and he had already gone shopping by himself so I decided it was definitely time to pry myself away from the hugs and go see my bff. I convinced him to come get more drunk with me, so we caught the train and returned home with a carton of beer. This horrible creepy was on the train, he was yelling to himself about me and Hams while staring at us. I accidentally made eye contact and he started saying “I’m a crack head, I’m a crack head”. We smoked some vanilla cigars cuddled up on the pavement out the front of my house, and decided to walk to get a bunch of Mcdonalds. We found a car on the road that was a convertible with the top down so me and Hams jumped in it and pretended to drive. That got old real quick so we retreated home to a night of blanket stole sleep.
I went to hang out with Ed and co. On Sunday afternoon. Bunny Boy was there with his girlfriend and I felt a little awkward, nothing of consequence really happened and returned home to try and make it up to bradwick by going to dinner at the casino. It was alright. I had been getting furious that a whole bunch of people I knew, knew this guy I didn’t know and on the way to meet with bradwick, some random dudes befriended me, and I realised it was the dude that everyone knew but me, what a fucking massive coincidence. He was my unicorn. Dinner was good it was lovely to see Bradwick the delightful queen. Went home to watch the little mermaid with Zap which resulted in nightmares, but that movie is brilliant.
