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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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