Mark turns down party, hell freezes over.
April 11th 2007 05:53
I left to go to Hervey Bay for the easter weekend on Friday morning. The night before that, there was a huge college party. $10 for 3 jaeger bombs huge. And by huge I mean incredibly messy. It was awesome.
The event itself occured at the Fox hotel, a new one for me. The place itself is quite nice, pretty upbeat. They played doof music though, so I was happy. I was dead broke, but a couple of people owed me a little money and I still had a drink voucher for union jacks from when someone spewed and we had to leave early the week before, and I'd done a shitload of pre-drinking.
Fox itself was fun. I danced my usual spastic dance, drunk enough to dance away in euphoric ignorance of the funny looks I was getting. Everyone thought I was on something, and had I had the money I would have been, but alas 'twas not the case. People were disappointed, but fuck'em. I can dance like a spastic on jaeger bombs if i fucking want to, thank you very much.
One clarifying note: for some absurd reason, 90% of the places around brisbane shut at midnight on thursday. The only places I knew would be open were Family and Monastery... something to do with the public holiday, I don't know.
So, we realize we're on a tight schedule. We bail from the fox to go to union jack's at around 10ish i guess, and walked across the river. We rock up to UJ's, but the line was epic. The line for UJ's on a thursday is normally ridiculously long, but on this particular night, with a public holiday the next day, the line was just silly. We stand there for 5 mins, realize we can't be fucked waiting, and head on to the victory, where thursday is half price drink night. Not quite as good a deal as UJ's, but still very reasonable. Except for me, because I was still broke.
Anyhow, we somehow manage to sneak the drunkest member of our party into the Vic, and we all head for the dance floor. We're fine there for a while, until the drunk girl wants to go to the bathroom. I go with her, and wait outside. She takes ages. Just as she gets out, I get a phone call from 2 people from our group that had gotten seperated. I tell drunk girl to stay put, and try and find somewhere quiet to tell the lost people what's happening. WHen I come back, drunk girl is arguing with a bouncer that's trying to kick her out. Drunk girl tries to run off, but I manage to alert our group and follow her out.
So our whole group is outside, and some of them run off to get macdonalds. We decide what to do... the decision is either go to the valley and kick on at one of the joints open past midnight, or go back to college. I'm meant to be getting on to 3 pills for our group from a friend in the valley, so half of the group decides to follow me into the valley, and 3 of us (including drunk girl) head back to college.
We make it into the valley, but the line at monastery (our preferred destination) was just too intense. My entire time in this city, I have never seen a line like that for the mono. It was less of a line and more of a sea of people. Eugh. Scratch that idea. So, I meet up with my friend in the Brunswick street mall and do our business.
At this point, I am faced with a decision. I can either borrow money for a pill, go back to a friend's house and rock out, or go back to college.
For once in my life, I did the responsible thing. I had to be up at 8.30 to catch a lift to Hervery Bay, and so I figured a pill wasn't going to help that.
Indeed, you read that correctly. I turned down drugs to be responsible. What the fuck was that? I could feel the ground getting colder as hell froze, because both of these events were equally likely to happen.
Turns out I went home and stayed up with one of the girls from the group watching movies until 6 or 7 in the morning, meaning I got less sleep than I would have if I had've had the pill. Fucking typical.
The event itself occured at the Fox hotel, a new one for me. The place itself is quite nice, pretty upbeat. They played doof music though, so I was happy. I was dead broke, but a couple of people owed me a little money and I still had a drink voucher for union jacks from when someone spewed and we had to leave early the week before, and I'd done a shitload of pre-drinking.
Fox itself was fun. I danced my usual spastic dance, drunk enough to dance away in euphoric ignorance of the funny looks I was getting. Everyone thought I was on something, and had I had the money I would have been, but alas 'twas not the case. People were disappointed, but fuck'em. I can dance like a spastic on jaeger bombs if i fucking want to, thank you very much.
One clarifying note: for some absurd reason, 90% of the places around brisbane shut at midnight on thursday. The only places I knew would be open were Family and Monastery... something to do with the public holiday, I don't know.
So, we realize we're on a tight schedule. We bail from the fox to go to union jack's at around 10ish i guess, and walked across the river. We rock up to UJ's, but the line was epic. The line for UJ's on a thursday is normally ridiculously long, but on this particular night, with a public holiday the next day, the line was just silly. We stand there for 5 mins, realize we can't be fucked waiting, and head on to the victory, where thursday is half price drink night. Not quite as good a deal as UJ's, but still very reasonable. Except for me, because I was still broke.
Anyhow, we somehow manage to sneak the drunkest member of our party into the Vic, and we all head for the dance floor. We're fine there for a while, until the drunk girl wants to go to the bathroom. I go with her, and wait outside. She takes ages. Just as she gets out, I get a phone call from 2 people from our group that had gotten seperated. I tell drunk girl to stay put, and try and find somewhere quiet to tell the lost people what's happening. WHen I come back, drunk girl is arguing with a bouncer that's trying to kick her out. Drunk girl tries to run off, but I manage to alert our group and follow her out.
So our whole group is outside, and some of them run off to get macdonalds. We decide what to do... the decision is either go to the valley and kick on at one of the joints open past midnight, or go back to college. I'm meant to be getting on to 3 pills for our group from a friend in the valley, so half of the group decides to follow me into the valley, and 3 of us (including drunk girl) head back to college.
We make it into the valley, but the line at monastery (our preferred destination) was just too intense. My entire time in this city, I have never seen a line like that for the mono. It was less of a line and more of a sea of people. Eugh. Scratch that idea. So, I meet up with my friend in the Brunswick street mall and do our business.
At this point, I am faced with a decision. I can either borrow money for a pill, go back to a friend's house and rock out, or go back to college.
For once in my life, I did the responsible thing. I had to be up at 8.30 to catch a lift to Hervery Bay, and so I figured a pill wasn't going to help that.
Indeed, you read that correctly. I turned down drugs to be responsible. What the fuck was that? I could feel the ground getting colder as hell froze, because both of these events were equally likely to happen.
Turns out I went home and stayed up with one of the girls from the group watching movies until 6 or 7 in the morning, meaning I got less sleep than I would have if I had've had the pill. Fucking typical.
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Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Hope you had a good Easter