I’ve never been to a Beachball. So I’m sure as hell gonna be there this Thursday!
Sydney Uni parties rock. Last week I went to the o-week party, named ‘End of the World Retro Pop Party: come dressed for the apocalypse!’
The convenors must have had a massive argument over the theme and then “compromised” on this one, because it doesn’t seem too homogeneous in subject, does it? Anyway, I took it to mean whatever and wore my normal clothes and a novelty pirate hook. That crazy girl in the pirate hook you might have seen trying to pass off her fit-like body movements as dancing and going bonkers to MmmBop and (Hit Me) Baby One More Time was very sadly me. Give me a break, I had to make up for the o-week party I couldn’t attend last year, which had a far more exciting theme and for which I dressed up and arrived at, only to be turned away because I was underage. Maybe I’ve already complained about this on the blog, but man it was S-A-D.
So, Beachball is the big Sydney Uni beginning-of-semester welcome back party. It’s huge. I wasn’t there last year because I wasn’t 18 yet, but I can only assume it’s big because I did attend Snowball, the second semester equivalent. All three levels of manning were opened but the bar level was going off. I think it got to the point where you had to line up to get to the top level, and once you left the Manning complex you weren’t allowed back in.
Also, I’m meant to be meeting some exchange buddies at Beachball. I’ve applied to go on exchange in semester two, and last week I attended a program where locals going on exchange were buddied up with current exchange students, to show them around and ease the transition. I personally felt that the organisation of the event was somewhat not as well as would have been desired, since my “buddy” group, despite the fact that we were told would probably be a 3-exchange-kids-on-1-of-us situation, was four locals. After our names were called I turned to my buddies and eagerly asked, “so, which of you is from Canada?!” They all looked puzzled, then one said, “I thought you were the Canadian.”
We exchanged contact details and I got an sms a few days later saying that after I left, the three others joined another group which had real exchange students, created a Canadian/German supergroup and were now planning to attend Beachball. However, due to the sardine-like packedness of Beachball, I doubt I’ll find them. Sad. But I’ll still be there, with thongs on! I hope they let me in...
And in the meantime, I’ve been practicing my dance moves in my living room to classic and reminiscent hits like the Gorillaz ‘Clint Eastwood’ that has been playing on the radio recently...