Okay here I am. Home alone, infront of the tv watching that hot dogs guy and rob from big brother. A perfect time to blog about last weekend - anything to distract myself from rob's eyebrows.
Like I said before, I don't know where to start. I think I'll start at the beginning and make this a "and then I..." blog, cos I really can't be fucked making this sound good or intelligent.
Saturday Day
After dropping Dean at work I went home and then decided to catch up with Julian for lunch/breakfast. It was great. We chatted, discussed boys, one in particular. He had to run off to see a melbourne film festival film (I so want to see something this year...). I walked up little collins st to find some more items of clothing for the night. Things on my list were a shirt, belt and shoes - everything else I had organised. I dropped by and saw Dean, Stephanie and Luke. Ended up spending the afternoon running between AG and Calibre choosing items of clothing and wondering if they would work with my suit jacket and jeans. Freddy dropped by, god bless, its been so long since I've caught up with him properly. Went for lunch and then said our goodbyes. After a good 4 or 5 hours spent on little collins st I walked home - very broke. I bought my shoes, belt, shirt and a knit. I gathered my stuff and made my way to pick up dean. We chilled at dean's place for a bit, then Imma came over. She was stressed out the poor thing. Meanwhile I was stressing over dean's shirt drying in time and whether i'd look okay. After a few glasses of wine we left for the hotel room.
Saturday Night
On the way to the hotel we picked up dinner and then swung by paulina's house to pick her up. me being tipsy, and trying so hard to be calm but so not, we ended up taking a little tour of southbank - thank god we didn't end up in the yarra or 4wd-ing across the botanic gardens. Upon arriving at the hotel, we were greeted by Abdul the anglo concierge in training. Imma kept on asking me "andy, did he just steal that badge??". We ended up parking in the ballet centre and then walking (dean running...) to the hotel carrying 5 suit bags, a suit case, numerous AG carry bags and an iron - I felt like the hired help carrying all the suit bags, but I felt important like hired help for someone famous. When we got into the room, dean ran to the toilet, i wasn't sure if he was actually pissing or running a bath, the noises coming from the bathroom seriously went for long enough. Okay maybe that was too much information. Imma's sister's friends were there, I didn't bother getting to know them. I was stressing over who was going to shower first. It was beautiful. The scene that is. We all went off and did our own thing, eating, showering, ironing, getting ready, mirror-ing and then re-convening every 20 minutes for a smoke. Once everyone was ready, we looked at each other and said "hot". Okay maybe we didn't, but we were. The girls looked amazing. If i only I was a girl...
We got to eve and saw the huge line. We didn't bother lining up, we already had earlier that night. We just hung out in the carpark. We looked hot. I swear everyone in the line was looking at us. It felt like it. I felt a bit awkward around so many hot people who I didn't know. I ended up running between people I knew. Poor Imma, she was stressing out. Eve fucked her guestlist. Her friends, god bless them, took control and we all decided to go someplace better. Fucking eve. A small group of us ended up at onesixone. It was hot. I loved it. It was my first time. It was all a big blur to me. All I know is that I had an awesome time and made many trips to the bathroom. By the end of the night I had gotten to know some really great people. Imma is blessed with some lovely friends.
We left onesixone at 7:30. The group split up, and Gabriel, Liam and myself took Liam's friend back home. It was fun, kinda reminds me of a taxi ride home at mardi gras 2006.
Sunday Day
Scattered. I really had no idea what was going on. I remember drinking at 8:30am. It was a day full of laughs, tears, and some fucked-up remarks.
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