Sunday, August 21, 2011

The morning after the night before

It's the morning after the night before and once again, I am blue. Last night was the Longerenong BnS, and...

Gosh, this is why I blog every day. Except the day before last I'd already favourite things friday'd it, so I didn't bother doing one when I got home at 6.30 in the goddamn morning. I swear it hadn't been supposed to end like that, we were only gunna have a couple of drinks to celebrate Anna being single again but shit went down and in other news, I am a bloody good wingwoman. But of course this meant that I had to get up at 10am and leave for Longy (a 3ish hour drive) on less than 4 hours sleep. I had another nap in the van when I got to the ballsite too, so I missed a lot of the socialising time. And still feeling a bit hungover from the night before, I decided to not drink till the ball started, which is really too late. By that point everyone's smashed and you're still thinking to yourself, what a bunch of knobs. I persevered till 11 (the ball started at 8) and decided to go back to the campsite. I didn't feel a need to score myself a fella, so I just got changed back into my jeans and settled down in front of the fire with the Naracoorte boys who were first-timing. And perfectly content to just chill and retire to my own swag, I accidentally picked up a boy not dissimilar to the one my affections are waning for back home.

Is that bad? He was lovely on his own merits, but you couldn't help but notice the similarities. Same floppy haired skinny kid who likes shit music and (used to be) nightfill manager at woolies. Nevermind. Lets ignore it, move on.

Now I'm outside KFC waiting for it to clear out a bit. Because they open at 10.30 there were plenty of other ball goers waiting out front when I got here at 10.15. But it should have cleared a bit by now. So I'm gunna get some lunch, cruise home and have a 2 hour shower to try to get this food dye off.


  1. Blue from food dye, or otherwise? Hope you're recovered/ing..

  2. Hope you've recovered from the weekend. I once (a very long time ago now) attended a fraternaty party when I was taking medication that required strict adherance to a "no alcohol" policy for the evening. It does change your perspective on the activities of the other attendees a bit.

  3. One of the joys of being young is being able to do what you want when you want. Sounds like you had some fun (food dye not withstanding - I hope it all came off ) and did just that.

    Like Kate I can recall parties and events where I was stone cold sober and it certainly made me more aware of how stupid I must have looked back then when I was drinking....