Formal Occasions, 21st Birthdays & Photoshoots.
So. I have a lot to report on :]
The formal was on Friday, and it was really quite good!
Sadly I didn't take enough photos.
We had champagne and wine and things.. and a Strawberry Daiquiri thing that was non alcoholic BUT SO GOOD.
Oh! One thing I can remember is how clean everyone looked. And how stupid and slutty others looked.
But the fairy lights were pretty, the food was good and the fact I ran into a girl from Burwood who was in the year above me was utterly bizarre. But she was SO SO nice and little and frail looking.
I wanted to wrap her up and take her home!
The girls convinced me that dancing was a really good idea, so I danced.
They played Electric Feel by MGMT and I got ridiculously excited and squealed. People laughed. I blushed. The we danced some more.
Best part of the night?
My feet didn't get sore in my sexy SEXY shoes.
Yay for loosing heaps of weight! ^_^;
This is the only decent photo I have of me from the night. I suck.
On Saturday was Panda/Sarah's 21st.
This is what Panda looked like.
We went to Karaoke in the city and it was intimidating.
I was wearing my victory dress (aptly named! Thanks Rosie!), and they were all TATTOOED, EAR STRETCHED, PIERCED, HUGE HARDCORE PEOPLE.. and I was floating around in a dress with flowers all over it and fish nets. Boy oh boy did I feel silly.
They were all really nice, though.
And for future reference. The Knight Night Bus is hilarious.
Oh, and we must go to Hot Damn, Rosie/anyone else who wants to come. OR RETRO! I'm determined to be cool and fit in.
Oh! I almost forgot!
So, it's 1.30 in the AM and Sarah, Marshy, Captain, Mo Mo, Lani and I are all walking to Central station. We get to Bar Ace and there's this HUGE mob of metal heads in the middle of the road along with a mini Riv bus full of Lebanese guys.
The Lebanese guys all of sudden SPRING out of this van and start beating the shit out of the Metal Heads. And when I say beating the shit out of them, I don't just mean beating the shit out of them, I mean "OMFG YOU'RE GOING TO KILL THEM" beating the shit out of them.
Then this Metal head guy got kicked to the ground and got his HEAD SMASHED INTO THE GUTTER. O_O;
.. it was more terrifying than the Chain Fight night on George Street at Oporto, because I wasn't insane and I actually understood what was going on.
What really suprised me was the fact that there were no guns and knives! I was half expecting people to get stabbed.
So after we took their number plate and gave it to 5 people, we kept walking down the street.
We met some more of Panda's friends and it turned out that the Lebanese guys yelled at a girl, calling her a slut. She cracked the shits and screamed back at them, and her boyfriend just said something along the lines of "Don't worry about it, they're idiots", clearly understanding that taking on a mini bus full of those guys wasn't the best idea he could have had. What was insane was that she seemed to be angry at him for not jumping in the van and attempting to kill them.
I didn't understand that.
Everyone should know by now that if you are a girl in the city at night, with or without people around you, chances are some drop kick will whistle/yell/make a grab for/at you. YOU DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. They're idiots.
So.. I'm sorry you got beaten up Metal Head man, but you should have all just ignored them, taken down the number plate and fucked off. That way no ambulance would have needed to be called.
(Did I mention bleeding faces are disgusting?)
Further down the road, we see someone smashing bottles into cars.
No more needs to be said about that.
I think I'll leave the telling tales of the professional photo shoot I had until tomorrow.. It's late and I need to try and wash all this make up off! (Not that I really want to. It's so pretty <3)
Nighty night, my darling baby cakes!
The formal was on Friday, and it was really quite good!
Sadly I didn't take enough photos.
We had champagne and wine and things.. and a Strawberry Daiquiri thing that was non alcoholic BUT SO GOOD.
Oh! One thing I can remember is how clean everyone looked. And how stupid and slutty others looked.
But the fairy lights were pretty, the food was good and the fact I ran into a girl from Burwood who was in the year above me was utterly bizarre. But she was SO SO nice and little and frail looking.
I wanted to wrap her up and take her home!
The girls convinced me that dancing was a really good idea, so I danced.
They played Electric Feel by MGMT and I got ridiculously excited and squealed. People laughed. I blushed. The we danced some more.
Best part of the night?
My feet didn't get sore in my sexy SEXY shoes.
Yay for loosing heaps of weight! ^_^;
This is the only decent photo I have of me from the night. I suck.
On Saturday was Panda/Sarah's 21st.
This is what Panda looked like.
We went to Karaoke in the city and it was intimidating.
I was wearing my victory dress (aptly named! Thanks Rosie!), and they were all TATTOOED, EAR STRETCHED, PIERCED, HUGE HARDCORE PEOPLE.. and I was floating around in a dress with flowers all over it and fish nets. Boy oh boy did I feel silly.
They were all really nice, though.
And for future reference. The Knight Night Bus is hilarious.
Oh, and we must go to Hot Damn, Rosie/anyone else who wants to come. OR RETRO! I'm determined to be cool and fit in.
Oh! I almost forgot!
So, it's 1.30 in the AM and Sarah, Marshy, Captain, Mo Mo, Lani and I are all walking to Central station. We get to Bar Ace and there's this HUGE mob of metal heads in the middle of the road along with a mini Riv bus full of Lebanese guys.
The Lebanese guys all of sudden SPRING out of this van and start beating the shit out of the Metal Heads. And when I say beating the shit out of them, I don't just mean beating the shit out of them, I mean "OMFG YOU'RE GOING TO KILL THEM" beating the shit out of them.
Then this Metal head guy got kicked to the ground and got his HEAD SMASHED INTO THE GUTTER. O_O;
.. it was more terrifying than the Chain Fight night on George Street at Oporto, because I wasn't insane and I actually understood what was going on.
What really suprised me was the fact that there were no guns and knives! I was half expecting people to get stabbed.
So after we took their number plate and gave it to 5 people, we kept walking down the street.
We met some more of Panda's friends and it turned out that the Lebanese guys yelled at a girl, calling her a slut. She cracked the shits and screamed back at them, and her boyfriend just said something along the lines of "Don't worry about it, they're idiots", clearly understanding that taking on a mini bus full of those guys wasn't the best idea he could have had. What was insane was that she seemed to be angry at him for not jumping in the van and attempting to kill them.
I didn't understand that.
Everyone should know by now that if you are a girl in the city at night, with or without people around you, chances are some drop kick will whistle/yell/make a grab for/at you. YOU DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. They're idiots.
So.. I'm sorry you got beaten up Metal Head man, but you should have all just ignored them, taken down the number plate and fucked off. That way no ambulance would have needed to be called.
(Did I mention bleeding faces are disgusting?)
Further down the road, we see someone smashing bottles into cars.
No more needs to be said about that.
I think I'll leave the telling tales of the professional photo shoot I had until tomorrow.. It's late and I need to try and wash all this make up off! (Not that I really want to. It's so pretty <3)
Nighty night, my darling baby cakes!