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011001b » supergrrls super weekend

listening to | rufus wainwright \ poses
feeling | still guilty because of my severe state of procrastination

upon arriving home in newcastle from melbourne, i was greeted at the train station by SUPERVIC!  YAYAYAY!!  we ran to each other 'chariots of fire' style and hugged and squealed (i sounded more like a cat being tortured as i had caught a virus in melbourne and could not talk properly).  vic was with kim and marty, so after somehow cramming my bag onto kim's car we went into town so they could all register for the writers and media conference the three of them were attending over the weekend.

i hadn't seen vic since new years so it was all very exciting.  she is struck by what football freaks novocastrians are.  you see, this weekend just happened to be the weekend of the rugby league grand final in which newcastle's home team was competing and later won.

everywhere we went there were red and blue balloons and streamers and red and blue shop displays.  some people went to the extent of painting their houses red and blue, while pubs served red and blue beer, butchers made red and blue sausages and bakeries baked red and blue bread and cakes.  it was all a little insane.

on thursday night we went to the northern star cafe to see mick hart.  everything was great (besides the fact john was there - but we ignored him, didn't we vic?*) until my glands swelled to about three times their original size which meant i could barely breathe, nor swallow.  this meant we had to leave the mick hart gig early!  i later found out that he didn't do any radiohead or jeff buckley covers, though, so everything is all a-ok.

for the next couple of days vic attended a couple of seminars in between cd shopping and checking out the boring stalls at newcastle's boring mattara festival.  i tagged along to one of the writing seminars on diary writing.  some girl came out and said she thinks people who write online diaries for others to read are cheesy.  *pfft* what a loser... she is just jealous because no one finds her life interesting enough to write about.  not that i consider myself to be particularly interesting at all...

saturday night was the night we decided we were going to take vic out on the town.  emma, brodie, vic and myself headed into the brewery first, where we met up with corey (vic now knows what i mean about him) and waited a while for tori to show up.  the brewery was overrun by bogans chanting 'NEWCASTLE! NEWCASTLE!'  and singing 'JOEY JOHNS! JOEY JOHNS! JOEY JOHNS!' in preparation for sunday night's grand final.  there were also a lot of girls wearing cowboy hats. we left as soon as tori got there.  it was torture!! 

so off to customs house to show vic where i spewed a few weeks earlier.  we went to the bar to get a drink and the following conversation ensued between the barmaid and myself:

barmaid: i know you, don't i?
me: *curious look* no... i don't think so...
barmaid: your name is kate, isn't it?
me: *even more curious/confused look*...... larissa????
barmaid: *nods*
me: *squeals* OMG!! *runs behind bar and starts hugging the barmaid*

turns out the bar chick was my cousin who i had not seen in nearly ten years!!!  she has been doing medicine at my university for nearly two years now and i still had not seen her around campus.  how cool.

while at customs we sat outside on the veranda next to a window - on the other side of the window was my ex bf/friend ben and the harem girls.  vic decided that it was her job to randomly point to ben and wave at them.  the biatch!  hehe.  but it was cracking me up, because he still wasn't paying any attention whatsoever.  man he looks bad now.  he has crap  blonde shit in his hair and has put on heaps of weight.  he looks mega eew - as vic kept telling me.  lol.

surprisingly, customs was rather quiet, so not long after matty moo met up with us we headed over to the great northern.  we arrived at the great northern just in time to grab a just vacated booth seat.  it was the moment we sat down that we realised one of the guys near us was 'macedonian wogboi' who had attempted to hit on me a number of months previous by telling me he earns $2 million a year as a chef.  he also owned a house in sylvania waters, and his parents owned an italian restaurant in eastern bondi - i didn't realise there was an italian restaurant out in the ocean in bondi. vic got a photo of him on saturday night. :D

then we grabbed ourselves two fruit tingle slushees each and proceeded to give ourselves ice cream headaches.  not long after, we spotted timi and his friend freeburn... it was from here that everything went downhill.

ask vic for a description of timi and she will say 'he is a grot.' lol.  freeburn wanted to borrow her camera - vic decided against letting him after i told her he is known for getting his scrotum out in photos.  it was likely he was going to take the camera to the bathroom so that vic would be left with a few surprises when she gets the film developed.

later, a guy came up to me and started talking... turns out he is one of the guys who lived at the house we went back to with pauly b and nick from george after the o'ball.  one of the guys, fish, decided he had to sit next to be and put his arm around me and wipe his nose on my shoulder (well that's what it felt like he was doing).  he was very very persistent, and the night ended with me physically pushing his face away with my hand.  we later found out he had taken two e's.  that explained everything - especially why he made a move for moo's crotch.

at about 3am we made a move for brodie's new flat in mereweather.  it is absolutely stunning!!  you can see the ocean from her loungeroom.  the beach is about 20m away from her doorstep!  i want to live on the beach!

we slothed around for most of the day and watched the grand final that night at home, with vic complaining that she didn't get the rules and that she writes boring postcards.

then this morning she left.  i was going to go to sydney today with her to stay at superjen's, but i have uni work to do instead.  poo.  but i trust they are having fun without me anyways!

and now, to end a great weekend, i am listening to the radiohead live at the wireless. *sigh* thom.


* that was a personal joke that i don't think very many people at all will understand

ps. vic sweats when she eats salt and vinegar chips. :P vic

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