Thursday was a fairly uneventful day, that was until after netball I decided it would be a great idea to catch up with friends for drinks... No dinner.. BAD move. I rocked up to the pub wearing my 3/4 gym tights, runner and a fluro purple hoody. Didn't get kicked out so was pretty ecstatic! The party of 9 or 10 decided it'd be fun to go to Be At One, a night-clubby type venue just down the road. Well once again got in in my gym gear and was ready to take on the two-for-one cocktails.. Not a wise move without any food in my tummy. Was having a lot of fun, discovered that a friend from back home was staying/drinking at the backpackers next door. I went and grabbed him and he joined us... Cocktails were drank (drunk?) (no wait I was drunk), dance moves were shared, hats stolen, shots had, songs sung. A very fun night indeed. Felt excellent! Until I laid down... Deary me... Oh well...
Friday came, it's great being able to say, "bugger you Friday, I am not working today!" And not work I did. Had a bit of a sleep in, then caught up with friends for a late lunch, which turned in to dinner and a big welcome home to Rue! The people I have met over here are AMAZING, never a dull moment.
Saturday, this is where things get HILARIOUS!!! Wait for it! A friend asked me to accompany her to a Valentines Day singles party.. Wowee what an experience. This trip is all about new experiences, so this worked in well.. I bought a new frock for the occasion, brushed of the heels and got myself looking simply stunning. We ventured in to town, minds well and truly open, not knowing what on earth to expect. I was a little excited I must admit. We walked in to this place called Abacus, my housemate mentioned that it was ok during the week but a bit iffy on weekends. Open mind.. Upon arrival we registered and were given a lock and a name tag. Apparently the key to the lock was the owner of out hearts or some crap, we also registered for a speed dating session. From here we had a Polaroid taken for the "photo wall". This is where if someone fancies you, they can write you a private note, and at the end of the night can collect your cards and contact them if interested.
Down stairs was where the party was at. 125 gents and 125 ladies. I purchased my first drink and started to mingle. First thing I noticed was that they guys were, how can I say this.. Quite diverse... Maybe three in the room were ones that I perhaps initiate conversation with... Almost straight away I found a key that unlocked my lock.. A 40+ year old man of middle-eastern appearance.. Hmmm, we went upstairs to collect out prize.. Which was nothing.. What a dud! From here the speed dating began, 15 guys, 3 minutes a piece. These were either going to be the longest 3 minutes of my life or the quickest. Met some pretty unmemorable people. One who was very memorable, but perhaps not for the right reason. I don't think I have a type, but this person wasn't it. He was under 5 foot tall, with a moustache and reminded me a little of Apu. This was not going to be a fun three minutes.. Open mind Anna, open mind.. First question I asked. "Oh so you are a cricket fan?" Wow, couldn't be more wrong! And that was it, I was out of questions, so just sat there, politely smiling... Sipping my gin and tonic, and smiling some more.. At the start we given these cards where we were to write down peoples names and their card numbers or something, still don't get it.. He asked why I wasn't writing his name down. Had to try and make something up about doing it when he left. But NO! He DEMANDED that I write it down then and there so that he could see it! Cripes... I did, just to shut him up... As soon as he left I crossed it out VERY quickly..
From here I ventured back down stairs to 'mingle'... All I really wanted though was some food... I politely spoke to a few guys but was getting keen to leave. I was trying to do the right things and support my friend, who managed to find one of the only decent guys in the room.. I was trying not to hover. The things that tipped me over the edge happened when I was speaking to two normalish guys, chatting about things, cricket blah, blah. Then out of nowhere, one pipes up with "Hey, so do you wanna get out of here and have a threesome with us?" Holy cow.. I declined perhaps a little too politely, said goodbye to my friend, grabbed my coat and vanished quicker that a vigilante in the night! Was an interesting experience, but not one that I will be repeating in a hurry. Never in my life have I been in a room filled with so much desperation! Perhaps I enjoy being single too much.
Sunday, was glad to awaken reasonably early and without the usual hangover. Met Nic, Jade and Jayson in town for breaky and found a place that served a big breaky for $3.09 (in pounds obviously, still don't know where the pound doodah is on my keyboard). Was a great breakfast and was able to rid myself of that much dreaded shrapnel. We sat and spoke for hours! Was lovely, until this drunk Scottish bloke came over and started talking gibberish, only words I really understood was when he dropped the F Bomb! We finished our cokes and departed VERY quickly!
From here the day picked up, and Nic and I ventured to the British National Museum, which was bloody fantastic. Too much to see in one day but cannot wait to go back. Am still flabbergasted at the fact that I was looking at stuff that dated back to 8000BC, how can that even happen?!? Was freaking cold today, so ventured back to the breakfast pub for a lovely roast dinner. Jade, Jayson, Nic and I talked crap for another couple of hours. Was really enjoyable.. Until Jade and I went to order dessert that was. What a disaster! The pub was out of ICE CREAM! HOW THEH FRICK CAN A PUB RUN OUT OF ICE CREAM???
Not happy. So went back to the table to discuss or disgust at that, and who had returned? None other than Drunk Scottish Bloke! We very quickly picked up or belongs and moved outside as fast as we could... And it was snowing! Snow really is beautiful! But unfortunately the rain had made it too moist, so I don't think it will settle.. Which means for me, school tomorra!
Another big week ahead, heading to see Angus Stone on Wednesday, hopefully he puts on an alright show!
Anna- pretend I folded this up and passed it to you under the desk.
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