RECOVERY
5.5.02

Man am I tired! Tis Sunday afternoon and I have only slept for about 3 hours maximum this morning. And this was between the hours of 830am [when I crawled into my house] and noon[ish] when Jem called to see if I was Alive and OK.

Saturday night was to be a big one, but I never had planned for it to be that big. Carly came and picked me up at 10pm Saturday, we went and found Emily’s place (in the dark we really suck at navigation) The cruised over to Albury.

First Stop, Paddy’s Irish Bar at the New Albury Hotel:

Walked in, did a lap of the premises, Emily stuck some money in a poker machine, didn’t take anything out of it, Walked out. We spent more time outside waiting for security to allow Emily (who’s only form of ID, licence, had expired, into the pub) than we actually spent inside the pub.

Second Stop, The Globe:

The security guard didn’t question Emily’s ID here, so we like these guys better. We walked in, I was spotted by Rachael and then was inundated by the trials and tribulation of her current life, all within about 15 foot of the front entrance. Once was got rid of Rachael and her stories of hundred of guys chasing her, I moved further into the pub, scoped around for anyone I knew, found Tyron, Mark, Sarah and Michelle (friends) and Krystal and Cara (work colleagues). Found the dance floor, watched on particular guy make a fool out of himself for a while then decided it was about time we (Emily and I) started dancing. Carly piked on this activity and remained an observer. Carly and Emily decided that it was time for a change of scenery. So we left.

Third Stop, The Termo:

Walked in and at the request of Emily scoped for hot looking girls, I couldn’t find any that seemed to satisfy her urge to scope for chicks in Albury. One of the most deeply defiant underground queer community. This did not suffice, so about an hour after Carly left the Termo, Emily followed (not in a stalker kind of way though). By 2am this morning I was once again officially by myself at the pub. Nothing unusual about that I hear you say. Well I agree. I always tend to end up dancing till the wee hours of the morning by myself. Maybe my friends like deserting me, or they just are really embarrassed by my dodgy attempts at dancing. Maybe it is just the music they hate so much.

Well regardless of my deserted status, I found people to dance with. I met up with Mandy again tonight. Has been about two months since I’ve seen her out, so it was nice to know she is still around and still living it up as per usual. During my time at the Termo I was blessed with the company of Kate, Jem and Jo (I think it was Jo, was not officially introduced). Who, after me moving to the other end of the 30-foot by 10-foot dance floor insisted on deciding they had lost me in the fog so they went back to the Globe to see if I had gone there. They got too drunk and went home. I met up again with a fair few people who had been dancing with over my time at the Termo. So I continued to dance with them for the rest of the night. And after theTermo closed we all partied on at Recovery

Stop Four, Recovery:

Recovery, otherwise known as Perry’s house, went off. Lets see how many peopples names I remember:

Marnie

Jenny

Trish

Phil

Perry (of course)

Zoe

Sharon

Mel

Sheree

Simon

Jade

Ben

OK, so that attempt was miserable, as of the thirty of so people who turned up all of which I was introduced to I can only remember the names of 13 (yeah my lucky number, but a lame number to remember from 30). Despite the fact my clothes and myself all still smell of weed and cigarette smoke it was a great night. A guy, whose name is not on the list, brought in his decks and ended up playing them till at least the time I left of about 8.15 so that would be about another 4 hours of great music. I must give this guy credit, he was better than the music I had been listening to at the Termo that night and also the Globe.

So my night consisted of too much inhalation of dangerous and not so dangerous chemicals, at least 7 hours of dancing. Much to Marnie and Jenny’s delight, I joined them for the duration of Recovery before they bought out their billie.

Sorry gotta go, Jem is knocking on the door to take me out somewhere, so I decidedly do not get any sleep [read: not much sleep] at all today.