Then it said ‘mew’

On Friday night was Dani’s birthday dinner. On the train ride there, Mela pointed out that in my previous post, I’d gotten the sequence of events wrong, and Monday actually happened on Tuesday and vice versa.

We arrived at Melb Central late, and were worried that we’d held everyone up, but it turned out that everyone else were just really, really late, and we decided on having some hotpot for dinner, picked up Soph, and went to Little Lamb on Russell St.

Carmaine and her boyfriend dropped by for a few minutes but declined to dine with us, saying they were too poor. So, instead, Dani, Mela, Soph and I pigged out on the hotpot, aiming to eat more than the 25 dollar flat rate we paid, and we all chatted. April came along a bit of the way through and, despite not eating, stayed to talk. Mela and I realized that we were sitting on one side of the table while eating, and the other side of the table sat the three halfies, all of them good looking and none of them eating.

Saturday was Brendan’s party. Cindy and I went to Stud Park to shop for jello-shot ingredients with Mela, and then we went to Sam’s Warehouse to get shot glasses. It was cold and raining, and my hunger drove my caring girlfriend to begrudgingly buy me a sausage with bread.

We went to her house, and the other two made jello-shots while I went on Tumblr. Cindy accidentally spilled one shot while we were arranging them on this ceramic tray, and so not to waste, the three of us took turns slurping up the semi solid goo with a straw. Ah the dignity that we forfeited.

After that, we went to Brendan’s house early, having nothing to do at Mela’s (they watched Whip It for a while but I complained). We met the kitty ‘Doc’, and we played with the kitten for an hour or two until more people arrived. Brendan got this weird blowup guitar as a present, and the jokes of him blowing up something large and pink were numerous.

Now, this party was the one where I was meant to drink, but something went odd with my tolerance, and I ended up on that platform of one-shot-too-many, and my darling was put to the test by having to take care of me while I threw up for about an hour. But, hey, before that the party was great! Apparently I danced, we ate pizza and chips, played with the kitten some more when someone brought him back downstairs. Arthur and Valia (newly coupled and all that) were being super cute and made fairy bread. We sang along to karaoke.

In the end, Mela’s older brother drove us home. Having work the next day, I did my best to hydrate and sleep, and then went to visit Mela after she finished her shift the next day before Jen (from that other time with the surprise visiting at work and all that) who was going to have lunch with Mela drove me to work.

I always like Brendan’s parties. I will aim to like all of it without throwing up of course. I missed out on Truth or Dare too!

Alex.

On This Momentous Day

…nothing happened. I just thought I should tap in something on the first of a month. Especially such an important month as December.

December to me means:

Carmaine’s birthday, Christmas, New Year’s Eve (which WILL get better when I get older, I hope) and not January, so no need to hurry to do school-set holiday work yet.

Finally, we should all remember that today is International AIDS day. (Where’s Andrew? He always yells out “AIDS!” and then Dani always yells out, “I HAVE AIDS!” and then on some invisible agreement we’d all point our fingers around like fire hoses and pretend we’re spraying everyone with AIDS…)

Wednesday is Carmaine’s 17th.

Holy shit, I can’t believe she’s 17. I still remember the day she turned 15. Apart from the Friday when Stoner brought in a blue cake because that was the only food dye color she had, on the Sunday I left Chinese school in a rush and went with her and a bunch of people to the city to go to the Southern Cross DFO. We walked along Southbank but it took us so long to get there, for we took pictures every 3 steps, that in the end we didn’t go to DFO at all. Well, I guess back then, we were Yr 9’s and 15 years old, and the time for us to get back home was a lot earlier – plus my parents had a wedding to go to.

I also remember her 16th. BRuCE and Cruzik went in late November to Mecca Bah (I’ve got a video made from that day too. Go check out my YouTube and it’s the one called “At Mecca Bah” I think.) and I remember it was REALLY hot (and I had a shit haircut). On her actual birthday I don’t think we did anything (if we did it wasn’t momentous) and I overslept my alarm at midnight to text her so I actually woke myself up at 3 am and texted her. I won’t make the same mistake twice.

Speaking of which, I might as well recount the others’ birthdays.

I didn’t really know Bianca well when she turned 15, so obviously I don’t have a very clear memory of that, but her 16th was celebrated on the 7th of July (I remember so clearly because the 07/07/07 concert for Make Poverty History was that night) and actually, in my old blog Jalix (with WordPress as well) I blogged about that day. For her 17th she took BRuCE to Bar Bosh at Knox O-Zone and I remember that day was cold and I’d just spent the whole day at Knox watching Get Smart and Kung Fu Panda with YL. I’d just got my hair cut really short so it was cold, and I wore a beanie. When I took off the beanie to show Eunice – Bee and Carmaine were with me when I got my hair cut – her response was “Oh…my…”.

Eunice’s 15th I remember Carmaine and I went early to school to prepare for her pressie, but we didn’t tell her. Eunice texted me asking me if I knew where Carmaine was, I think I replied, “no idea” as I stood next to the wanted one. For Eunice’s 16th it was a school day, and I remember being the first to hug her when she got onto the old-ass train at Syndal. She took us to Tao’s a few days later and that day was stinking hot. It was just after I got a short haircut (are we seeing a pattern here?) and I really hated it because it makes me look like a stunned chicken. On her 17th, we didn’t see her, she was with her church friends, or WCC friends (they’re the same bunch of “Eunice’s-Others” in my head) but Carmaine, Bee and I were at Mocha Jo’s and I called her.

For my 15th, I’d gotten on the train with the then Yr 10’s and they didn’t know it was my birthday until Tiff got on and said happy birthday. April and Dani gave me their present; April gave me my first hardcore music album, System Of A Down’s Mesmerize, and Dani wrote a shitlong message in a card for a 2 year old. My 16th I did a big thing, and invited about 13 people to go watch HP5 on Friday the 13th, and then went to La Porchetta’s. I remember so clearly Nug being late late late! And also how my hand shook when I tried to put the candle in the cake, and then how loudly everyone sang happy birthday and made all the other La P’s patrons stare. The pressies I got on that day is still piled in my bedroom! I never stowed them away. On my 17th, I took Dani to ACMI’s Game On exhibition, BRuCE to Fedele’s (‘cos idiot Shira Nui was closed) and then had a joint party with Bel and SonJ at April’s place, where we played Singstar and Guitar Hero and watched Zoolander and I’m pretty Damn Sure I blogged about that somewhere.

I can’t wait until Bee and I turn 18, sorry Princess, but you’ll have to wait 15 days until you have someone to party with you, unless of course you go with Fel. [insert a really really big smile here] But after mid-years we are DEFINITELY going to celebrate at a bar. I can’t wait until Carmaine turns 18 either, because that marks the moment when all of us are adults and we’ll ALL go drinking and doing adult things. Unfortunately for Eunice her 18th is marred by the looming End Of Year’s. She’ll survive.

I should probably change the title of my blog to “Birthdays” buuuuuut I think birthdays are momentous days, as well.

De Fluffe, Out.