Ok, so I’m a little tispy. That does not mean that I am drunk. I can still use big words like superflous! Your opinion is superflous. -I- am on the other hand above your opinion. And I am not drunk, I am tipsy! Long ago I learnt the difference between drunk and tipsy. Drunk was leaning over the side of the unibar garden throwing up purple coloured spew because I drank a whole bottle of Black Sambuca before going out. Nice imagery I know. I’m sure you will forgive me. Tispy on the other hand is a great state to be in. I know now when I am tipsy. I know when I have had too much, and when I have, I actually refuse drinks. Drinks have been bought for me in the past and I have refused them based on the state I was in. I would have liked to have been out for maybe another hour, maybe not in the club we were in. As it seemed to be based around the 18 year old standard. And although I’m all for making out with 18 year olds. You know I have in the past. Something about this crowd made me feel like a cougar. Me! a 26 year old, somewhat nice looking. Especially with a smoking hot dress. Bah.
I took my roommate with me, and I met up with Landa and Nick. And the four of us stuck together the whole night. I said to Chris, if you see tail go chase it. But the whole time he stood there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. I hardly believe he is not angry at me when he adamently proclaims he is not. Bah.
Nick is quite a good dancer. He is a fun dancer. Someone who is not ashamed to be themselves and dance and not be a wall flower and actually maybe just maybe have some actual fun. We started off at the bank, which was dead when we got there at 9pm, but after an hour out in the “garden” the place started to pick up. We danced a bit, then we decided to head off on an adventurous tour of the fortitude valley pubs and clubs.
I think we went to Ric’s first, which was ok, quite a skinny setup. Not a huge dancefloor, ok music. But I like the bank betterer. Then we tried to get into Met, but they had a “must wear sneakers” policy for guys, which seems weird because everywhere else you go they are like “sneakers? bugger off”. Then we tried birdies. Which also looked at our accompaniment’s shoes and said “nup, no good” and me being tipsy said something like “what a biatch!” which the girl overheard and said “have a good night!” to which both me and Landa replied “You too! Have a good one!” Then after feeling totally rejected we headed over to the Mustang bar. This bar was very jailbait orientated. It made me feel old even in my shiny new dress. God how I would hate to be 30.
It was my sister’s birthday today. She is 29 this year. I rang her before going out. Got her message bank. I get nervous leaving messages. I put on my message leaving voice “Hi, I just called to wish you a happy birthday! hope you had a good night. I’ll catch up with you another time”. I love my sister, but I sometimes wonder if she even likes me enough to be civil. I wonder how Christmas will be this year with both of us in Pambula. Usually we can stand each other for a few days but then it gets too much and we start fighting. Such is life. I love my sister, I don’t care, I can be civil.
Well, I’m exhausted, Chris has gone to bed. I doubt he will wake before 1pm, even though he had nothing to drink (maybe that’s why he seemed so stand-offish). Me on the other hand will probably wake up at 7am ready and excited enough to go to work to do the 3 hours I missed out on this week going to speed dating and late night shopping, bowling, etc. *yawn* goodnight all.
