Evening, Morning, Afternoon.
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Gray, posting for the very first time. We decided to start this blog in order to keep a bit of a record of our adventures & to give anyone who may read about them an interesting few minutes (we hope!). So please, dig in and enjoy. I'd like to start this off with a bang, so here's the story of my weekend:
Friday NightWHAT A DOOZY kids. Really.
Friday started off horrible, cold and rainy. I was quite prepared not to go out at all (but when has that ever happened, right?).
To kick things off,
Blondie J came to my house for some chats & shops - also to avoid uni study, seems like a normal Friday already. She talked me into going with her to
Jaydee's house to watch a few movies with them &
Cat. A grrrly night in. I was meant to go to a party with the
Castle kids (
necessary backstory: 3 of them live in a house together, known as "
Castle" & they have an extended group of friends who all hang out together all the time, also known as
Castle. Total scene queens and fun as. I have come to be not one of them, but a
Castle acquaintance at least. And I have never known any of them to do anything by half measures). However, the
Castle party got cancelled & so they were all just going to go hang out at
Castle instead, I decided I might go over there later if I wasn't too tired. SO
Jaydee's it was.
We got out
Sleepless in Seattle (which I had never seen! How that's possible at the age of 18, I don't know either, cats). Sooooooooooooo mooshy & ridiculous. But fun.
Then I got
Blondie to drive me home so I could decide from there (nb.
Castle is a mere 5 minutes walk from my house, how convenient, right?). I arrived home to a slightly drunken step mother who had been out on the town with an artist friend of hers. I was still vacillating between calling friends and staying home, so she pounced on the opportunity and convinced me to go out for a drink with her. I suggested that we hit the best oldies bar in town,
College (so ironic, love it), at which a good friend of mine,
Shark, works. She is beautiful & so always complains about the fact that her tips get pooled at the end of the night (HA).
So off stepmum & I go for a couple of vodkacranberries (the poor man's cosmo) with a little extra vods from
Shark (thanks ma cherie). SM complains about the lack of any "men she finds cute - AT ALL" and all I can do is reply, "Well what did you expect, it's a 40+ cruising ground, seriously??". As I started to get a bit liquored (thank you SM for not finishing your drink, thank you
Shark for giving me a nearly-full beer that would otherwise have been doomed as "spillage") I of course decided that the night was yet young and ready for the taking so I messaged the adorable
Sam. The
S man has recently been adopted by
Castle after breaking up with his long term girlfriend, as most of their mutual friends still hang out with her *awkward*, and
Castle love him for his style & his allnightlongparty(butquietly) attitude. In short, he is lovely, and by far the most reliable of everyone who hangs out at
Castle, far more than the beautiful but impossible
McFly who I had been talking to about hangouts earlier.
A hop, skip & a jump later and there I was, bottle of red in hand, at
Castle. All the crew were there, about 10 in all. I said hi & took a seat out on the back porch in one of their nice, unsteady plastic chairs (I was really gunning for the wheelchair they have, but it had been rained on). Pleasantries & chitchat about snuggies & pug dogs out of the way, it was decided that everyone would stay in (given the awful weather) and drop a pill. Thankfully there was a spare so I could have one (oh, how lucky I was). Just as it started to kick in,
Charlie, everyone's favourite Brit, suggested that we go out & hit the town. I agreed, not wanting to waste a good high. I mean, I enjoy staying in & having a gab with friends, but this shit was proving itself to be STRONG and I just wanted to dance! Something that would be ohso against the rules at
Castle (they're a little too hip to do something like that). I found myself thanking my lucky stars for
Charlie & his initiative because I was in the happiest, loved-up place of my life. I kept giggling at
C while he was changing the music in his car. Just before we arrived it occurred to me that if I felt like that, he too felt like that and ... WAIT A SECOND HOW ARE YOU DRIVING???? "Oh don't worry
Gray, I'm not as bad as you ... this is like a Friday night ritual anyway, I pretty much go on autopilot."
Right you are
Charlie. We do go to the same place every week.
So I've gotta tell ya, our favourite club/bar
Slew is a bit of a blur. Although we were there from at least 1:30 to 4am.
A few highlights for you all:
- DANCEDANCEDANCE
- Smokesmokesmoke (horrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrible)
- Seeing my friend Bella who is SUCH a smouldering beauty wearing furs & running with her to find some gum.
- Hugging Charlie on the dance floor approximately 5 times throughout the night
- Kissing a girl who was an ex of Charlie's while he smoked yet another rolly outside in the rain
- Introducing myself to the girl Charlie hooked up with not only this night, but ALSO the week before, in order to find out for him what her name was
- Being photographed yet again by the scene photographer who pulls off a Buddy Holly haircut & glasses combo very well; reminding me that I spend wayyyy too much time here
- Receiving a message from Sam informing me that Charlie & I were "missing out on some loving vibes" back at Castle
At close (4am) Charlie & I headed back to his car, with the girl I kissed/his ex who begged a lift home. Was this awkward you ask? Surprisingly not my friends. But that might just have been all the serotonin bouncing around in my synapses switching off my capacity for awkwardness.
So Charlie dropped me back at Castle in the pouring rain where I knocked on the door a good 3 times (!) before considering calling Sam to come let me in. For some weird reason I decided this would be presumptuous. What is up with my brain kids??? Whatever, I was pretty wet as well & didn't like the thought of sitting outside in the freezing cold for another 3 hours. So I just walked back to my house & my warm, comfy bed.
Ok, lies. I sat on facebook/blogs/email for another hour at least before bed. But then bed!
Saturday
So on Saturday afternoon I woke up FEELING AMAZING. Really kids, this was a great flip. I was actually still a little high. Shortly after picking up some lunch I get an odd text from McFly (who is my closest friend among the Castle kids, and the one with whom I have the most complicated relationship) saying "Msg her."
What the hell this was about I have no idea.
The girl I kissed last night???? Maaaaybe. But he never told me why.
MCFLY WHY ARE YOU SO CONFUSING
I'll do some digging & get back to you readers.
Anyway, I messaged back querying what the hell he was talking about & suggested he come over for some lunch if he was still in the area. The boy never eats, it's necessary. Half an hour later my doorbell rings.
"Oh, it's McFly!", I exclaim.
Oh but no. I open the door to a whole bevvy of boys (my favourite kind, pity I'm good friends with them all hehe).
Let's have a list, shall we?
- McFly (American, beautiful, tempting, unattainable)
- Sam (lovely)
- Andy (the reddest of heads, gay, quiet but intriguing, one of the 3 who actually lives at Castle)
- Ivan (Andy's boyf, a new addition to the set)
- Max Dunkeld, often referred to as "Dunkeld" (a photographer & the most enigmatic inhabitant of Castle Street. He once told me that I had "a look about me that made it seem like I knew the answers to all questions - like a sage or an oracle". See what I mean? Best compliment I've ever gotten though.)
So the boys & I had a nice chat on my back veranda with Turkish bread, salami, dip & chocolate biscuits. What a pleasant surprise it was. Pity I hadn't had the presence of mind to change out of my velvet leggings WITH A HOLE IN THE CROTCH. Don't be surprised when I tell you I kept my legs crossed the entire time until I could contrive a reason to go to my room & change into some jeans. Thank goodness for oversized men's t-shirts!
After they left I had finally come down from Friday night's recreation aid & had located a joint. One that was far, far stronger than I had expected, because I was a slowwwwwwwwwwwww mess for the next 4 hours.
A special sorry must go to Shark who came to visit me in this state, my memory of our conversations is a giggly blur. Also apologies to my cousin, who called our house to tell us she just got engaged to her long-term boyf (congratulations!!); I totally couldn't appreciate it.
Just as I was beginning to come out of it Andy invited me to come over to Castle to help him with an essay he was writing. He was home alone and HATES that, and I love essay writing, so really it was a match made in heaven. Right here is where you can pinpoint where I went wrong:
- Spending time outside on the Castle porch for copious smokebreaks (Andy smoking, not me!) in the chilling cold
- Happily taking the half a dexie Andy offered me to stay awake/get out of stonerville
- Staying at Castle until Andy was 3/4 of the way through the essay, at which time it was around 3am
Add 1, 2 and 3 together in a human mixing bowl, marinate until Sunday morning and VOILA, we have severe, bed-confining, tonsillitis.
Not. Alright.
So dear readers, this is tonsillitis-y Gray signing off her very first post on All Our Weekends.
I hope you have enjoyed & learnt something from my escapades: Take many substances, sit out in the cold, don't sleep, don't eat well & you WILL become ill.
Chat to you later cats,
Gray.
