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120701 » drunken night swimming
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this is this
feeling | sadish
last
night was strange. fun and strange. i didn't
think i was drunk at the time, but looking back
on it now i know i was really fucking drunk. i
also managed to terrify brodie's english friend
kerry, i think.
first of all i had to go to a work meeting for a
few hours. i got home at about 8.45pm, and brodie
and kerry showed up on my doorstep about 5
minutes later.
kerry is a friend of brodie's that she met when
she was living in germany last year. kerry is
english and seemed rather cool, even if she
probably was a little freaked out by me - which
is an effort considering what a loon brodie is.
brodie has been educating her by making her
listen to fine australian music (she loves
something for kate now). *yay* we killed the 45
minutes until our train by showing kerry all our
friends who take pride of place on my photo wall,
and by being general spastics. brodie and i
really are a bad influence on each other when we
are together.
we decided to get off the train early to make a
pit-stop at the lucky country hotel. the lucky
has cheap shots, and we concluded that we needed
to take advantage of this.
after arriving at the lucky, we headed for the
bathroom first. we walked in and noticed that for
some reason the ladies toilet now had a trough.
we were like 'hmmm, ok. that's a little strange.
that wasn't here before...' then i realised that
when i walked in to the bathroom, the sign on the
door which previously said 'ladies' now had the
'ies' erased and said 'lad.' how embarrassing! we
were using the men's toilets! haha. ooops. no
matter. we finished our business and were just
opening the door to walk out, when a very
startled guy walked in. we laughed and ran out
like embarrassed little school girls, and were
greeted with a few bemused looks from the people
around. it's not our fault they decided to make
the bloody women's toilets the men's toilets!
someone should have told us!
so, then to the bar...
i ordered a shot of strawberry schnapps, a shot
of butterscotch schnapps and a shot of black
sambucca all for a tidy price of $6. it's strange
that we always go to the lucky to get 'cheap'
shots. i mean, they are cheap in comparison to
all the other pubs, but when you think about the
fact that the bottles they come from cost all of
about $15, they really aren't all that cheap.
anyhoo, 1..2..3.. and the shots were gone. i
really think i should stop chasing schnapps with
sambucca. i always do it, and i always feel like
hurling about 1 minute after i do. they just
don't seem to sit well together in my stomach.
then to the brewery.
we met up with phil, sandy and tamara at the
brewery. i went and got one of their $7 cocktail
caraffes (it was called a skanky something or
other, but it didn't taste at all skanky) and in
true brewery style, proceeded to drink from it
with a straw.
after phil showed off his new tongue ring for a
while and after i teased him about buying a
motorbike from a girl (i told him his bike is a
girl's bike, after which i managed to get him to
admit that it has spokey dokes, a pink basket and
handlebar streamers) we decided to move on to
customs house as sandy said she saw jono and
wayne there earlier, playing pool.
after buying a drink each (argh! beer in coke
glasses is wrong!) we found jono and wayne. jono
mentioned ben's name which prompted me to ask him
what was the deal with him leaving the grand with
another girl the previous week after he had spent
the night getting cosy with me. i asked if it was
his ex whom he left with. jono said it wasn't and
then pointed to the girl who ben left with 'it
was her.' the girl he pointed to was a girl ben
had been talking to when i got to the grand, but
once i arrived he seemed completely uninterested
in her.
a few minutes later jono and i went to the bar to
get another drink. he brought ben up again.
"kate, i just wanted to clarify the ben
situation a little for you. i couldn't do it
before because one of her friends was sitting at
the table when you asked me about it. i do biomed
with her."
"ahaaa... i was wondering how she fit into
the picture. so much for ben wanting me to ring
him so we could 'catch up'."
"benny has been keen on her for a while, so
i just wanted to ask you not to interfere,
ok?"
"don't worry jono, i'm not going back there
again. been there, done that."
then we hugged and it was all good. eeek there is
that phrase again. i really have to stop saying
'it's all good.'
a while later, ben turned up. when he walked in
sandy exclaimed rather too loudly "kate!
ben's here!"
i tried to look suitably occupied as he walked
past. he did not speak to me all night. nor did
he look me in the eye. though i did my best to
avoid him also, i really think he should have
said something to me. i didn't want to approach
him about the subject, as i did not want to make
it seem like a big deal. i'm over it and am not
interested in him, i just think it sux that he
made no effort to clarify what went on. but i did
have fun being the girl that was talked about all
night.
my friend jono has what my friends and i
affectionately call a 'harem.' he does biomedical
science at uni and there aren't many guys who
study it - especially guys as good looking as he
is. thus, jono has a large number of girls from
his course who follow him around like puppy dogs,
and who seem to have infiltrated their way into
the group and taken over brodie and my role as
everyone's favourite chickies.
i became the focal gossip subject for this group
of girls for the best part of the night.
i am kind of friends with a couple of the girls,
but many of them i have not spoken to. it was
them who kept whispering to themselves, looking
at me, whispering, looking at brodie (who was
sitting on my lap) and then whispering and
looking at me again.
i don't think they like me very much. bwahahaa. i
don't think i like them very much either. or
maybe i am just jealous because people i once
considered to be amongst my very best friends,
and whom i spent a great deal of time with have
now decided these girls are more worthy of their
company than i am. can't really blame the guys,
our group had gotten rather incestuous. everyone
had gone out with or kissed most of the others in
the group. fuck friendship, they needed new
blood. no, i'm not at all bitter.
after tori pretended to be my girlfriend for a
while (it was an experiment to see if i could
provoke ben. i thought maybe it would prompt him
to be courageous enough to come and talk to me.
it didn't. though, brodie said he was looking out
the corner of his eye when tori and i were
cuddling each other and kissing each other on the
cheek.) we left to go to the great northern
hotel.
see i told you i think i scared kerry.
when we got to the great northern they would not
let kerry in as she had not brought her passport
with her as id. everywhere else had just accepted
her regular photo id, but the security at the
grand were wankers and would not let her in. then
foota came out and decided to be a pissed idiot
and tell kerry to 'say something' so he could
hear her accent, so we headed back to customs
house.
when we got back to customs, mickey t was there.
mickey t is my oldest friend in the world. we
have known each other since we were 4, and i love
him to death.
i ran up to him excitedly and he greeted me with
a huge smile and a monster hug. mikey gives
awesome hugs! we chatted excitedly for a while.
he was eager to know if the rumours that i was a
lesbian or bi now were true. i just laughed at
him, winked and shrugged and said 'believe what
you want to believe.' then his girlfriend
appeared.
mick's girlfriend is also a harem girl. brodie
and i were a little shocked that mick is seeing
this girl, as she seems a little plastic for
someone he would go out with. brodie and i don't
think we like her very much, but mick seems happy
with her, so i guess that is all that matters. i
don't think she was very comfortable with the
fact that there was this redhead in a leather
skirt and a skinny blonde all over her boyfriend.
brodie, mick and i all grew up together, and as
such that entitles brodie and i to hug him as
much as we damned well please!
in between all this sandy had at some stage
stolen my mobile phone and written a text message
saying that i wanted to get with some guy (whom i
certainly did not want to get with). she then
sent it to a random number... that random number
happened to be ben's. the biatch! so i sent him
another message telling him to ignore the
previous message as it was sandy being a cow.
even after this i did not receive any sort of
acknowledgement.
then i realised that nick had tried to ring me,
so i rang him back and my friends and i left a 5
minute voicemail message. he told me today that
he never got it. *weird* i'm sure i rang the
right number!
at 2am customs closed, and as we could not get
into the northern we jumped in phil's car and
went for a drive. brodie, kerry, tori, phil and i
ended up at nobby's beach... again.
tori and i were the only ones game enough to go
in the water, so the others just looked on from
the top of the sand dunes. did i mention that i
think i may have freaked out kerry? hehe.
the water was beautifully warm, but after about
10 minutes or so brodie insisted we get out - our
train was coming soon. i told her tori had
offered us her floor for the night, but she was
keen to go home, so we went home - me wet and
covered in sand, but feeling extremely
rejuvenated. it is amazing how sobering a swim at
the beach in the middle of the night can be.
when i finally got to bed, i was out the second i
hit the pillow.
oh, and today i bought a funky new top to cheer
myself up. screw friends who lose interest once
some 'fresh talent' comes along. jono and mick
were genuinely happy to see brodie and i, but
that still doesn't make it ok. i guess i haven't
exactly made a huge effort with them either, but
that is because i already feel as though i have
been superseeded. i should take comfort in the
fact that it is them who has made the mistake -
at least i try to make an effort. my friendships
are the most important thing to me in my life.
they are the ones who have chosen to turn their
backs on strong friendships that don't come along
very often. thinking about them sadens me, but i
guess i will get over it. or maybe they will
realise what they are missing out on.
ok, now i'm just upsetting myself more...
days without a cigarette: 81 (sandy
had to tell me she would slap me if i had one
last night)
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