This Is Your Night Aftermath

Well, it was a hell of a night! Some of my friends were unable to show up either due to illness or simply because they had made plans from yonks! Fair enough and I don't hold anyone to that because hello....they have a life! From those who did show up, it was a bit of a wild one to say the least.


Giant & Lanky both took the time in helping me get ready for the big night. I honestly can't remember a time when the three of us had had so many laughs before even leaving the house. For some reason, I think Giant & I had grown even closer and I saw a side of her that I hadn't seen in 17 years. Now....let's fast forward to the fun....


Giant, Lanky & I knew we were in for an awesome evening when we managed to find street parking next to the venue. Anyone who lives or goes to a city on a weekend, no matter what country you're from, knows the feeling and stress of finding street parking. *High five ladies*. We make our way in the club only to discover that the peroxide blonde and inflated douchebag had put the incorrect names on my guest list. Fortunately, anyone who had dropped my name that evening still managed to gain free entry. I had a better excuse to argue later when the same cow failed to post my name on a booth. So, being the Enforcer, I arranged to have the people in my booth relegated to another. Serves them right for taking my sign down. Nasty sewer rats I must admit. In between getting drunk, dancing, and poor Lanky getting sick, the party was pretty cool and was a hit. Little did I know that some unexpected drama was awaiting us outside.


As I mentioned, poor Lanky was sick and we needed to get her home because her condition was deteriorating. Now I'm not dramatising anything, but I was worried. Apparently, she'd experienced the same problem a few times. Having downed a ton of alcohol and and being in a frantic state, I tried making my way through the crowded side walk. When I tried going through a group that wasn't too co-operative, I lost the plot and went ballistic. One of the drunken pieces of white trash kept talking and said "F*ck you". I could've kept walking and kept my loud mouth shut, but I just hit back and said, "I'm not that desperate and I prefer men." Well, the drunken trailer trash in the blue skimpy dress followed me to the car with two of her drunken trashy excuses for sluts. The trashy blonde in the red dress approached me and asked if I'd called her a slut and if I had a problem with her. I eyed her from head to toe and said, "If I had a problem with you sweet heart, you would be on the ground. Take your butt and your drunk cronies and keep walking." Poor Giant almost got out of the car, but they kept walking after they saw the size of the three of us.


On the way home, I did cop a bit of a lecture from Giant, but I thoroughly deserved it. I'd put her, Lanky and myself at risk and if things had progressed, a classic catfight would have ensued and all of us would have wound up in the slammer. Not so wise on my part. Giant reassured me that she wasn't mad at me, but that she hated drama. I thought I'd really messed things up. I apologised profusely and she kept telling me that it was fine.


A few days later, I was sure that everything was fine after texting back and forth. Phew....lesson learned. Dramas aside, the night was awesome and it's definitely one that was worth blogging.

This Is Your Night

Some of you may be wondering why I've titled this post "This Is Your Night". Well, the title is for a song from 1997 for an artist called Amber. Anyone who's seen "A Night At The Roxbury" will know what I'm on about. The reason for this is that I'm going out tonight with my closest friends Nomad, Mr Red, Giant, & Lanky for some overdue celebrating. We're actually going to drown our sorrows (if we have any) and drink and dance the night away.


Giant suggested this night as a means of celebrating my birthday (not saying when it is and how old I am), and to end the year on a high. I couldn't agree with her more given the rollercoaster year we've both had. A few old friends will be joining us and I'm sure we're going to have a wonderful time. I just thought I'd blog about it because I'm really looking forward to it, and everyone can relax...well sort of... you get the picture?


Let's get our hair done, pollute our faces with make up, and look as trashy, I mean presentable as possible.

Starstruck II

As you may have read in my previous post "Starstruck", I was excited about meeting a popular Australian athlete, Speedster, at a book signing. Last week, I was fortunate enough to meet, chat, and have my book signed by one of Australia's leading sportsmen. 

I anxiously waited my turn with one of my colleagues as people proceeded to meet Speedster. I honestly felt as though my legs would let me down and I would collapse because I was trembling quite badly. Don't get any ideas because I've met celebrities before, but Speedster was at the top of my list of athletes to meet. 

My turn finally came and I nervously approached the table. Speedster's first words were: "Hello, girls, how are you both doing today?" I was in heaven - someone please pinch me. I stared back like an imbecile and took in the blonde hair and dark eyes. All I could think was "Damn he's so fine".  Get a grip, Enforcer, he's just as human as everyone else that calls this lovely planet Home. 

My friend and I spent about five minutes chatting with Speedster and taking photos with him. I even mentioned sending him a message on a social network site. I'll never forget the moment he looked up and said, "I know, I read it." At first, I thought he was just saying that, but he won me over when he described my profile and photo. Yep, I was absolutely gobsmacked. Here was a man who probably has a quintillion fans and friends, yet he took the time to read a simple message from an average Jane namely me. It was a truly humbling experience and I was quite flattered by his loyalty to his fans.

At the end of the brief encounter, I was able to take away a photo, an autographed book, and a conversation that I will remember for many years to come.

Something to Look Forward to

If you've been reading my posts, you'll know that I've recently been successful in obtaining a new role within the company I currently work. Well, I'm down to my last 4 business days, and I'm starting to get a bit anxious. I'm very much looking forward to what lies ahead, but I'm going to miss everyone I've had the privilege to work with over the past few years.


My last day is this Friday, and to go out with a bang, I've got my farewell drinks with all the people who mean a great deal to me. I'm going to miss Nomad's honesty and quirky stories, Mr Red's random bitching, and so much more. I know that I'm going to make some new friends and build some new professional relationships in my new role (oh did I mention it was at another branch?), but there are so many people I don't want to leave behind. Friday will undoubtedly be quite emotional, but I suppose if I want to move forward and build up on my success, I need to let go of certain things and certain people.


Moving from one branch to another will benefit me greatly. I won't have to dread running into Clyde every morning. Maybe that's the best thing about the move - being able to finally let go of the one person that kept me in the big city. As much as I'd hate to admit this, I was clinging onto a bit of hope for quite some time and refused to move forward, I refused to let go, and above all, I refused to forgive and forget. Now's definitely the time to do all of that. If he texts and asks to meet up for lunch or drinks after work, I can finally tell him he's on his own.


So long Clyde, and hello to a new beginning......

Starstruck

As mentioned in a previous post, I recently purchased an autobiography for Australian cricket sensation Brett Lee. Now, I'm not expecting everyone to know who he is particularly if you're not a cricket fan. To put it simply, Brett Lee is similar to the David Beckham of cricket. The only difference is Beckham is overrated and Lee has been awarded for his success. Anyway, Brett is scheduled to attend a local book store near work tomorrow and I'm going down there with one of my colleagues who, unsurprisingly, is also a Brett Lee fan.


Now, I don't want anyone to think I'm a crazed fan or that I haven't met any celebrities before. On the contrary, I've met quite a few, but Binga has been on my list of celebrities to meet ever since I was a teenager. Hopefully, after tomorrow, I can walk away with a photo, a signed book, and a memory I'll treasure for the rest of my life. Oh, and I'll be able to cross his name off my bucket list, too. You can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be blogging about him again tomorrow.


Binga, here I come! :D

Overboard

Today at lunch time, I did something I haven't done in quite some time - gone on a spree. I'm not talking about a girl's usual clothes spree. No, I went on a book spree.


When the clock struck 12, Mr Red & I walked down to the local book store in search of an autobiography for Australian cricket star Brett Lee. Frankly, that book was the only reason I was going down there because I wanted to get it before his book signing tomorrow. After finding the book, yours truly didn't even head in the direction of the nearest counter. Instead, I asked one of the book store employees for some recommendations for classics and literature. After the first book came another, then another, an another, and I eventually walked out with nine books and left $160.80 poorer.


It's not that I don't have enough books at home because somewhere in my room lies 24 unread novels. Even I must admit that I'm such a genius. As a means of motivation to finish those books, I'm going to endeavour to finish a book a week (provide nothing and no one interrupts me), and write my own critique and recommendations. I've always wanted to be a member of a book club, so I might as well start my own as the sole member.


My first book will be Mary Stewart's 'This Rough Magic'. It's meant to be a mystery novel. Well, here I go......