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270701 » a snorkel, a cannon, a
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various other obscenities
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i
have done the impossible: i have found a guy in
newcastle that i am attracted to!
let me explain...
for the past month or so, some of my chemical
engineering friends and i have been organising
something called 'the hunt' for what is known as
newcastle university's autonomy day.
autonomy day is an annual event celebrating the
date that newcastle university became an independent entity
and was no longer part of the university of new
south wales.
it is also the biggest party day of the year.
four of my male friends and i went in something
similar to the hunt, that was organised for
autonomy day two years ago, but the event was not
held last year. thus we decided it was our duty
to ressurect the hunt and provide students with
an avenue to get creative and naked in the name
of artful photography and communal tops fun!
the hunt started at 11pm on autonomy eve. the
first stage involved the solution of a sequence
of eight crypic clues that lead each team to a
location in newcastle.
upon solving each clue and finding the relevent
location, each team had to take a photo of their
team at that particular 'station.' bonus points
were awarded for creativity, nudity, intelligence,
etc.
i was initially positioned at the first station,
the queens wharf tower, otherwise known as the
queens wharf erection. from there the teams had
to solve more clues which took them to goldburgs
cafe, glendale shopping centre, harry's pies,
carlover's carwash, muchos mexican restaurant,
sandgate cemetary and then finally, the kent
hotel.
after leaving the queens wharf erection, brodie,
sandy, andrew, andrew's girlfriend and i made our
way to carlover's carwash - it was the second
checkpoint we were in charge of.
we had so much fun at carlover's! it was better
than any nightclub i have been to in newcastle!
lol.
sandy and i were wearing our matching 'bondage'
shirts, i also had on a black leather skirt and
boots. sandy and i were both wearing handcuffs
and devil horns, too. i also took with me my
cat-o-nine tails, and sandy her whip. andrew was
wearing an all black ensemble, and also donned my
studded collar and a fetching pair of cat ears.
brodie was wearing a top that said 'i like to
watch' in german and also sported a pair of devil
horns. we were all looking rather *re0w* and
confused the groups a little as they assumed we
were participating in the hunt because it had
encouraged the groups to dress up in theme.
we hung out at carlover's for about 2.5 hours,
drinking beer from the esky in the boot, and
hoing into the lollies and chips that rebekah had
bought each group stationed at a check point.
at carlover's i encouraged each group to nude up
and to get the water and the soap suds a flowin'.
there was foam everywhere! men rubbing each other
with giant soaped up brushes, and girls doing the
same. it was mayhem! at one stage i was tackled
by two heavilly soaped up half naked young men.
they came at me from either side when i was in a
state of drunken oblivion. i screamed and
pretended i wasn't impressed, but on the inside i
was loving it. it isn't every day that i get
mauled by two random, attractive, half naked, wet
young men. *re0w*
after loitering around carlover's until we were
pretty sure the last of he groups had come
through, a group who had been at carlover's two
hours previous, turned up. they had just finished
the compulsary section, but had decided to pull
out of the hunt, as the two girls in the group
were offended by what they had just seen.
they informed us that when they got to sandgate
cemetary, there was security everywhere and cop
cars, too. this was a complete surprise, as to my
knowledge the clue was not to lead people to the
cemetary, but rather to a mobil service station
near the cemetary. it had been changed earlier
that day without my knowledge.
apparently the group of guys working at the
cemetary check point had set up candles at a
giant alter and when the secutity came along on
their routine check, they arrived to find what
looked like some sadistic pagan ritual. people
running around half naked in a fog covered
cemetary is just a little sacreligious.
the security called for backup - the backup
brought giant dogs, battons and tear gas with
them! thank god the police were a little more
sensible. apparently the police were very good
humoured about it all, and were even trying to
solve the cryptic clues themselves.
so, no one got in trouble, and we were merely
told to stay outside the cemetary when
it is locked up from then on forward.
we were then informed of the mayhem that was
occuring at the kent hotel.
apparently one group of girls had taken all
their clothes off and were dancing around naked.
the security and barmen at the kent were loving
it! until the guys then started to do the same,
that is. once the bois started getting their kit
off, the security threatened to call the police.
if they wanted to get nuded up, they had to take
it outside.
then we also found out that one ditsy group had
rung up the uni radio station - who were having a
'hunt' special and encouraged participants to
phone in - and gave away the solutions to the
clues. idiots.
after learning all this, my group decided to head
off to the 24 hour maccas that was just up the
road.
when we got there, there were a number of groups
from the hunt there, taking a few minutes out to
decide what options to take for their 'freestyle'
photos.
the freestyle section of the hunt was where teams
could really get creative and earn huge points.
it involved teams taking eight photographs at
locations of their choice. if they did anything
illegal it was their onus.
i was chatting to a group who had dressed in
tuxedos and was horrified to learn that the ugly
chick in green who was ordering a burger was the
one i had heard about who sat nude, spread eagled
on a keg at the kent. eeeeeeewwwwww. then i was
horrified to realise the prostitute that was
lining up to buy a burger was a girl i went to
school with. double eeeewwwww. then a group guys
(they were named the 'snorks' as their costume
involved snorkels and snorkling masks) who were
in the hunt called me over.
i chatted to them for a bit, then they asked me
if it was possible to 'go too far' with the
pictures. i told them there was no such thing.
they asked me if i was sure, and i replied that
they should remember that it was mostly male
engineers who would be scutinising the photos.
they then said "so if we went to iso
(prostitute centre of newcastle) and asked a
street pro to stick a snorkel up her schmoo, that
wouldn't be too much?" to which i told them
"no, i think timi would love that."
hahaha. funny stuff.
yes, the guy i have decided must become mine was
in that particular group. he is so very fine. see
bois, all you need to do to get my attention is
to pay hookers to get into compromising positions
with inanimate objects. oh, and be the cute rock
boi looking type. :)
from there, we went back to andrew's to finish
off the beer and have a few spliffs. in the
process we woke up both of andrew's housemates,
one of whom had only arrived home drunk 1.5 hours
previous. we were successful in encouraging her
to get into the beer again.
i also remember sandy handcuffing my friend moo
and i to each other. moo had arrived at andrews
after he was finished at the checkpoint he had
been stationed at. sandy used two sets of
handuffs on us to ensure we were tangled. then i
fell off the chair i was sitting on, and pulled
moo down with me. i spilt my beer, but
it was hilarious.
we eventually walked (i think we walked?) around
the corner to sandy's place at 5am. the next
morning we had to be up at 10am to be at uni for
the biggest autonomy day event - the iron man
competition.
to be continued...
days w/o a smoke (well, a cigarette
anyhoo): 97
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