Sydney Life

Last week, I attended my first 21st birthday party! It was very exciting - here’s the lowdown plus some other stuff I’ve been up to recently....

About two seconds after my Year 10 formal, I disliked and regretted the dress I wore, so I just assumed this would be the same case for Year 12.... wrong! I fell absolutely head over heels for my Year 12 formal dress and have been looking for an excuse to wear it since! I drag it out every so often but it’s just too formal to wear out. “Don’t worry, we’ll go to the races. Or the Opera! ”, my friends have (emptily) promised. So when I saw on the invite that this was party cocktail dress I got pretty excited...

It was held in a bar in the city, and I turned up with a friend because I didn’t really know many people there. It was a very dark place, and the bathrooms were even darker, but it had a good atmosphere. The first few drinks were great - FREE - indeed, by the speeches came around it was a bit obvious that some people had taken advantage of the bar tab slightly more than others. Nevertheless, there were some sweet things to be said about someone who I didn’t know all that well, but yes I agreed, he’s clever, easy to be friends with, and always there in a crisis.

I thought I must have been imagining things, but “Oops I Did it Again” started playing and I had to fight the urge to not sing. I’m not sure if the birthday boy chose the music, but other classic hits such as “I Try” by Macy Gray and “Music” by Madonna were on the list. The definite highlight of the night was repaying a cute French boy who bought me a drink after the bar tab was over, with a QF... you can look up the full name of the shot yourself. He seemed to enjoy it.

My elegance ran out the next day, though. I went for a spot of shopping in the city and walking into World Square slightly misjudged the number of steps and fell FLAT on the floor. “I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m ok” I repeated, “let’s just get away from the scene so all the people can stop laugh- WOAH I’m limping...” We went to survey the damage and I had several bleeding scrapes as well as a massive dark purple mark on my knee from hitting one of those out-dented circles which are placed on the ground for blind people. I mean how ironic, I didn’t even see the step. Witnesses’ reports of the event were “I just turned around... and you were DOWN!” So classy.

Actually I just realised all my dignity, grace and, in fact, brains must have been chanelled into the 21st night, and drained out of the rest of my week, because I rode to uni the other day without the key to my bike lock! I had a quiz first so I couldn’t just skip the class to ride home and get it, so I had to take it into every one of my lectures and tute. As soon as I walked into Calc some dork asked me, “uhhhhhhh don’t you have a LOCK for your bike?” “.......Yeah.......I just left the key for it at home.......” So my bike sat up the back of the room like a visitor in all my classes, and I ended up looking very silly indeed.

And last but not least, a pie machine update: Because I know you’re all just ITCHING to find out what happened - I thought I was a bit harsh last time, that I had criticised without trying, so I decided to actually taste the abomination that was the “food” from the Manning Pie Machine. I had concluded that the lesser of two evils / death-by-instant-foods would be the Pizza Pocket, so I parted with my hard earned dough (hahahha dough), waited the 45 seconds and received my pizza pocket.

Turns out my criticisms were not harsh enough - it wasn’t even STEAMING HOT and disgusting; on the contrary, it was most disgusting kind of lukewarm a food can possibly be. After this I swore never again to touch this machine... that is, until I was informed that the pies were better. I’m pretty sure at a young age, I neglected to develop the part of the brain that learns from mistakes. For example, I always take a drink into the cinema even though I know I will need to go to the toilet. I took out that red nail polish in my room again even though I had spilt it twice before (and no joke, this time I spilt it on my floor). Likewise, I went back to the Pie Machine, this time hoping for my money’s worth with a delicious, steaming hot pie... and... ok FINE it tasted pretty damn good. You win.