friday night started with me eating my dinner at 5.55pm wishing for 8.45pm to be just around the corner so i could not be drunk by 6.15pm. not one phone call from anyone saying that they were doing anything, and immediately i wanted to be somewhere else. enough - cut straight to allowing myself a bottle of the finest $15 wine with the prettiest label to drink back on my boring new couches with my own boring self. finally, phone call number 1...dance and tim ringing the door bell just as they do...'where are you??'
next, living right in the middle was paying off. random visitors just when you thought you were the biggest looser in town. emily was first, then benedict, then mikey, then 2 new boys, one with a camera, the other with stickers. it must have been the moon, or something, because for some reason the pink flowers that are growing straight out of the bulb on my kitchen bench have the most intoxicating fragrance that truly makes you want to eat them. i pretty much think they are the best thing in my house right now, every one agreed...but i also felt like if i had handed someone the shittiest pencil they would have responded 'god, this pencil is the most amazing pencil i have ever seen in my life'...(the moon for sure).
how could i have been wishing away minutes previously when all of a sudden it was 1am? i can't even remember who followed us down the road to a place filled with familiar faces. i do remember saying 'this is why i don't have a tv' as some love sick ex was screaming at the other party 5cm away from our faces the woes of their heart ache. trouble happens when someone asks you if they can smell your flower, and you answer appropriately.
all of a sudden the same foot steps are walking up my same green stairs to more of what was happening before we left for down the road. the door buzzer starts ringing again, and again, and again. people can be pretty funny at 3.45am. someone said something about my posterior...to which they had immediately lifted their skirt to show the entire room the state of theirs (underpants over the top of stockings included - amazing). more people i kind of know walk through the door, but when they proceed to ask 'whose house is this?', i am like, next destination immediately.
what happened later in time i have no idea, just when you thought leaving was a good thing...but i know you snooze you loose in this town, that is for sure.
***1 photo only - dance and fume
