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Saturday, November 20th, 1999
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I dragged myself out of bed at 9.30am today, in order to go see SClub7 perform for free down at the America’s Cup Village. We left early with the intention of getting there around 11, an hour before it began, so that we could get a seat, but it turns out people had been there since 4am. Well, we weren’t quite that keen. When we got there, we found the place already packed, so we decided we may as well go and have lunch first.
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Why oh why do I have such a weakness for bad Chinese food? I always crave it when I can smell it, and then it makes me feel sooo ill, and stuff. We really should have gone to a cafe and got drunk instead. Fuck the America’s Cup Village is fucking hideous. So much fuss over nothing. Surely only like 1% of the population actually gives a fuck about yachting – although I guess they haev 50% of all the money.
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We didn’t see Nicholette performing, thank god, because her video was bad enough. We could only see Deep Obsession via the big screen, and the same was true of SClub7. Sooooooo many people! They did five songs, and two of them were “Bring it Back”. What a crock! Still, we got to say that we went, and stuff. I’ll do an awful lot just so that I’ll have a story to tell, as you probably know by now. We decided to tell everyone that Brad got up on stage to dance with them, and that we had front row seats. It makes life just that little bit more exciting. Oh – tragic point of the day? Oliver Driver was MC’ing the concert, proving once again that unless you’re Danielle Cormack, there is no life after Shortland Street.
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On our way home again, we stopped in at Global Sandwich to see Kate M, and make plans for the evening. While sitting and chatting to her, we wrote out a list of people to pound. That was fun. I’m easily amused. Then we went to the State Insurance building, in search of marks for our Digi Comm projects, only to find ourselves stuck on the 10th floor. Dammit. Supermarket and Vege store stops followed, and then it was home where I tried to nap.
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Kate Benton came around in the afternoon, so that was cool. She wants to go to Wellington next week, but currently only has $10 to her name. My finances are in about the same state. Mum’s been practically begging me to go down for a visit, but I have no money for petrol, and I reaaaally need to find a job. I just want her to take a hint and gimme some more money, basically. Selfish spoilt brat.
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As Kate Benton left, Kate Morrison and Peter arrived for dinner. So I made potato salad, and Brad made fish, and we drank wine and watched the start of Grease. Then I drank more wine. And some more. Kate M went to pick up Shirley, and all us girls ended up in my bedroom, making ourselves up, and having girlie talks. So that was amusing. I was also in a really good mood, and was smiling and giggling like I haven’t done for a looooong time. Kate M had brought over her own mirror, and I kept staring at myself in it. I explained that I was completly obsessed with my own reflection, and they said that it’d be really vain for anyone else to say that, but strangely, it seemed natural for me. So that was kinda cool. I mean, I am vain. I think I have really nice eyes and stuff. But I also frequently take the piss out of myself, and never take myself too seriously, so I guess things cancel out.
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Eventually we all poured ourselves into Brad’s car, and drove off to Nigel’s house. They were having a party cos they’re moving out of their place for th summer. Needless to say, the warehouse looked pretty empty. There were no cups in the kitchen or anything, and definately no bottle opener, so I was cursing a bit, until Shirley remembered that she had a swiss army knife for her sister in her handbag. Yay, that was very handy, and I got to open my wine after all. Even if I did have to drink it from the bottom half of a plastic cocktail shaker.
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There was some dancing, to assorted scary eighties hits, before I’d decided that I’d had enough, so I went to sit down, and to chat up Daniel (see halloween party). Yes, again. As soon as Shirley pointed out the fact that he was there, I realised that I had an agenda. He was wearing leather pants, after all. So I went and sat beside him, and we talked for ages, to my great amusement when he asked me if I’d had fun that New Years Eve, like four years ago. I asked him if he was wearing eyeshadow, and he was. Very Brian Molko. Mmmmm.
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Anyways, eventually I got up to go to the bathroom, and then got lured back onto the dance floor, by Shirley and Kate M. I was laughing and stuff, and Kate was like “you’re so in – you’ve been talking to him for over an hour” which made me giggle a bit more, cos I hadn’t realised it’d been that long. But then when I looked over again, some other chick had taken my place. What a slut. Daniel, not the girl. It was about then that I realised that golly, I’d actually had far too much to drink (two bottles of wine will do that to a girl) and although it seemed like a nice enough thought to score Daniel, I wasn’t wearing particularly styley underwear anyways, and I hated to think that I was that replaceable. So I decided that it’d probably be a much better idea to go outside and get some fresh air.
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Naturally, me being me, I grabbed my handbag (handbag! gosh that sounds grown up! everytime I hear the ‘click’ of its magnetic catch, I’m transported back to childhood and handbag envy of my mother) which meant that I was taking my cellphone with me. So I found myself in the stairwell, because I couldn’t quite seem to make it as far as the building door. But it was a lovely big stairway, all painted yellow and stuff, so I decided I was quite comfy. Of course, it made perfect sense at that stage of the night to start sending out text messages. I think it’d be cooler if I still had them saved on my phone, so that I could know exactly what it was that I’d said. For that matter, I’d be kinda keen to know what I said in my voice mail messages as well. But hey, you know. Whatever. Blah blah.
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Blah blah does this look like what it’s supposed to?
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Shirley came out to talk to me at some stage, and I found myself apologising a lot of my behaviour, which was basically the fact that I was lying in a stairwell, but I don’t think she realised just how drunk I was. I mean, that sounds really stupid to say. Obviously, she knew I was drunk. She just didn’t see the mess going on in my head. Kate M talked to me for a while too, and stuff. Then they decided we were going home, not because of me, but because Brad was tired and driving. So they went back upstairs to find my shoes for me (oops!) and we took off.
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We dropped Shirley off, and proceeded on to Macdonalds, where I shouted everyone, because I felt like it. Mmmm, Greenlane Macdonalds doesn’t seem quite so skanky at 1am when you’ve had a few to drink. Etc. Then I stayed up for ages, and ended up calling Jo at 3am to blubber in her ear loudly and longly. Then I talked to her friend Tom for a while. He sounded kinda half asleep, so I apologised to him the next day, but he said “you said a lot of stuff about nipples and pornography – how could that be boring?”. So that was nice of him! End of story.
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In case you couldn’t figure it out, this is like, an artistic impression of a text message on my cellphone.
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