Darkschunt 
Monday, October 17, 2005
Octoberfests, bets, hickies, drunks, fights, and so much more that can't be mentioned.
Friday night was the night of the oktoberfest! We all tried getting tickets but no one managed to get any on time, except for the Columbian and the Tall One which just made me and Mystery Wolf a little pissed off especially since the Tall One is going through Ramadhan right now and isn't drinking!
But then good news came in the shape of good old T, who through his intern connections got myself, Mystery Wolf, and the Lost Smoker tickets as well! Thanks, T! It was a great night, even though most of the beers sucked. We got pretty drunk and I won the little bet that myself and the Mystery Wolf had going on ;) she now owes me ten bucks!
When it was over, most of us had lost track of one another. The Lost Smoker and I stumbled home and kept falling (well, I was falling anyway) on the oval where the duck pond is. My bag strap also fell apart which the Lost Smoker had to fix for me again - what would I do without him? He is like my best friend, the way he is able to repair my bags!
We got back and I went on over to the Transit Flat, where the Turbanator was having his birthday party. Everyone there was drunk as well, especially *ahem* our little sobbing apple! There was a high emo state going on. Guys kept getting punched. People kept getting thrown out of the party. Guys kept fighting and punching and shouting. I had to yank Prawn Cousin and Nanny Bones away from one particular fight where about ten guys were beating up this one guy. But that one guy did deserve it.
Girls were making out with girls on the Turbanator's hammock. The Duchess and I had a kiss as well, which gave much cause to Baby Brother to get all excited. Everyone was throwing up. The Dervish was retching really loudly in the girls' bathroom which was kind of awful. My poor little monkey had to take care of him, lol, poor thing, it seems that he always has to take care of the Dervish every time he gets drunk, which kind of ruins the party for him. Someone else should take that job next time! The Dervish also shouted at me, quite unnecessarily, I thought. He was stumbling along the parking lot, my monkey trying to hold him up. I was sitting on the steps nearby, having a cigarette. "Make sure he gets home all right," I call out to my monkey. Dervish stumbles and pulls himself away from my monkey and shouts at me, "I don't fucking care about you anymore!"
"O-kaaay," I say, a little startled by this sudden outburst. "Well, that's good but you should really be going home now."
"I don't fucking care about you anymore!" The Dervish shrieks and yanks himself away from my monkey again and tries to run up the steps at me. I sigh and stand up and walk back into the Transit Flat. The next time I see him, he is retching in the girl's room.
I found myself on my knees outside, holding back some random girl's hair for her while she puked. I ended up fighting with Y, but I guess we've made up already. The Lost Smoker was quite kind to me that night. Mystery Wolf got on with some guy from the Oktoberfest. Next day, she had a horrific amount of hickies all over her neck and face. The Lost Smoker says she looks like she got attacked by a small monkey. The Brothel Flat boys say she looked like she got attacked by a vaccum cleaner. Well she definitely had her fun that night, anyway! :D
The next day was a lazy day. Spent most of the morning lounging in the sun with Mystery Wolf, Lost Smoker and T. We saw the Dervish stumbling out onto his balcony, all groggy and hungover and still dressed in the same clothes he was in last night. Nasty. He doesn't remember what he said to me last night. "You were drunk anyway," he muttered, which made all of us burst out laughing. He was definitely way much more drunk than the rest of us. We were all sober compared to him.
After I woke up the Duchess, the five of us - Mystery Wolf, Lost Smoker, T, myself and the Duchess headed down to Wong's for lunch. The Lost Smoker was still kind of ill from last night and kept disappearing into the bathroom. He had ordered cashew beef or something but he couldn't stomach it down and passed the time by singing "Tomorrow, Tomorrow", "Yesterday", "Don't cry for me, Argentina", "Raindrops on Roses" and a bunch of other songs very loudly at our table. I wanted to throw something at him. When we were done eating, we paid and shuffled out the door, only to be nearly run over as Baby Brother nearly rammed his SVU into the door of the restaurant.
After lunch, I headed over to Harbourtown with the Gutter Philosopher, Pharrell and the Gutter Philosopher's friend, to have what the Gutter Philosopher calls "a mean kebab." It looks like any ordinary kebab to me. I didn't have one because I was too full.
Saturday night was mostly boring. Watched Payback starring Mel Gibson on TV. The most fun character in that show was probably Lucy Liu's.
Was awakened by a porn star on the phone on Sunday. Lol. You know who you are. Went to a movie with the Gutter Philosopher, Pharrell and Mystery Wolf - we watched Night Watch - it was in Russian with cool subtitles that melted away in blood or becoming huge to emphasize the emphasis placed on the words. The Gutter Philosopher broke my lovely black ribbon high heels. I wanted to smack him for that. It's the second time a pair of high heels I had got broken in his and Pharrell's company. It must not be safe to wear high heels around them!
Friday night was the night of the oktoberfest! We all tried getting tickets but no one managed to get any on time, except for the Columbian and the Tall One which just made me and Mystery Wolf a little pissed off especially since the Tall One is going through Ramadhan right now and isn't drinking!
But then good news came in the shape of good old T, who through his intern connections got myself, Mystery Wolf, and the Lost Smoker tickets as well! Thanks, T! It was a great night, even though most of the beers sucked. We got pretty drunk and I won the little bet that myself and the Mystery Wolf had going on ;) she now owes me ten bucks!
When it was over, most of us had lost track of one another. The Lost Smoker and I stumbled home and kept falling (well, I was falling anyway) on the oval where the duck pond is. My bag strap also fell apart which the Lost Smoker had to fix for me again - what would I do without him? He is like my best friend, the way he is able to repair my bags!
We got back and I went on over to the Transit Flat, where the Turbanator was having his birthday party. Everyone there was drunk as well, especially *ahem* our little sobbing apple! There was a high emo state going on. Guys kept getting punched. People kept getting thrown out of the party. Guys kept fighting and punching and shouting. I had to yank Prawn Cousin and Nanny Bones away from one particular fight where about ten guys were beating up this one guy. But that one guy did deserve it.
Girls were making out with girls on the Turbanator's hammock. The Duchess and I had a kiss as well, which gave much cause to Baby Brother to get all excited. Everyone was throwing up. The Dervish was retching really loudly in the girls' bathroom which was kind of awful. My poor little monkey had to take care of him, lol, poor thing, it seems that he always has to take care of the Dervish every time he gets drunk, which kind of ruins the party for him. Someone else should take that job next time! The Dervish also shouted at me, quite unnecessarily, I thought. He was stumbling along the parking lot, my monkey trying to hold him up. I was sitting on the steps nearby, having a cigarette. "Make sure he gets home all right," I call out to my monkey. Dervish stumbles and pulls himself away from my monkey and shouts at me, "I don't fucking care about you anymore!"
"O-kaaay," I say, a little startled by this sudden outburst. "Well, that's good but you should really be going home now."
"I don't fucking care about you anymore!" The Dervish shrieks and yanks himself away from my monkey again and tries to run up the steps at me. I sigh and stand up and walk back into the Transit Flat. The next time I see him, he is retching in the girl's room.
I found myself on my knees outside, holding back some random girl's hair for her while she puked. I ended up fighting with Y, but I guess we've made up already. The Lost Smoker was quite kind to me that night. Mystery Wolf got on with some guy from the Oktoberfest. Next day, she had a horrific amount of hickies all over her neck and face. The Lost Smoker says she looks like she got attacked by a small monkey. The Brothel Flat boys say she looked like she got attacked by a vaccum cleaner. Well she definitely had her fun that night, anyway! :D
The next day was a lazy day. Spent most of the morning lounging in the sun with Mystery Wolf, Lost Smoker and T. We saw the Dervish stumbling out onto his balcony, all groggy and hungover and still dressed in the same clothes he was in last night. Nasty. He doesn't remember what he said to me last night. "You were drunk anyway," he muttered, which made all of us burst out laughing. He was definitely way much more drunk than the rest of us. We were all sober compared to him.
After I woke up the Duchess, the five of us - Mystery Wolf, Lost Smoker, T, myself and the Duchess headed down to Wong's for lunch. The Lost Smoker was still kind of ill from last night and kept disappearing into the bathroom. He had ordered cashew beef or something but he couldn't stomach it down and passed the time by singing "Tomorrow, Tomorrow", "Yesterday", "Don't cry for me, Argentina", "Raindrops on Roses" and a bunch of other songs very loudly at our table. I wanted to throw something at him. When we were done eating, we paid and shuffled out the door, only to be nearly run over as Baby Brother nearly rammed his SVU into the door of the restaurant.
After lunch, I headed over to Harbourtown with the Gutter Philosopher, Pharrell and the Gutter Philosopher's friend, to have what the Gutter Philosopher calls "a mean kebab." It looks like any ordinary kebab to me. I didn't have one because I was too full.
Saturday night was mostly boring. Watched Payback starring Mel Gibson on TV. The most fun character in that show was probably Lucy Liu's.
Was awakened by a porn star on the phone on Sunday. Lol. You know who you are. Went to a movie with the Gutter Philosopher, Pharrell and Mystery Wolf - we watched Night Watch - it was in Russian with cool subtitles that melted away in blood or becoming huge to emphasize the emphasis placed on the words. The Gutter Philosopher broke my lovely black ribbon high heels. I wanted to smack him for that. It's the second time a pair of high heels I had got broken in his and Pharrell's company. It must not be safe to wear high heels around them!
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