I have return-ed! (aka Post of Huge)
Jul. 6th, 2005 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyWhee, am back! Two nights of partying later. Well, semi-partying and rain. I survive unscathed. Mostly. Hmm.
Despite wearing slightly lower heels, my feet did indeed make me want to die. However, I got to mosh till 2 in the morning to the Kaiser Chiefs and the Baywatch theme tune, so all was well. I did some drinking, but a lot of my cocktail was orange juice (yack!), so remained upright. The tunnel in Buzz is a lot more thrashy than I remember it. I mourn it. But we had fun. I learned never ever to go out dancing without a bra on. A guy sort of attempted to chat me up, I think, perhaps because I was wearing a skirt for once, and I met Katy's uni friend Kate, who is Southern and has exactly the same accent as a Kate I know from Nottingham. However, neither are Katy. Or Katie, my sister. Both of whom had an interesting 'Rachael?', 'It's Katie', 'Yeah it is Katy', 'no it's Katie' phone convo the other day - :D. I sort of rejoice in/sort of mourn my non-common-as-muck name. Hmm.
We even managed to get home quite early, after leaving a little early and avoiding the taxi queues - at the reasonable hour of 2:30. Though Katy insisted on abusing our taxi driver for using the phone while he was driving us. And we stayed up till 4 watching MTV and eating Scampi anyway. But yay. Got up at 12-ish the next day, ate an entire can of tomato soup for lunch because there was no bread in the house, aside from chocolate bread, slobbed about, and then went out again! With Katy's other uni friend Estelle. There were a lot more people we knew out, so there were group-chat issues, and my feet were still killing me from the night before, but everyone was still lovely, and I had fun. Katy's little sister was out too, and Katy was watching her like a hawk. Then they all got pissed on wine, and I was not! And I giggled.
Sadly, Katy did something to upset Alex, her uni and our highschool friend (I think that makes sense), and I had to spend the last of the night listening to how distant she felt from Katy, and alone because they didn't have the same interests anymore. I gave random advice about actually saying something to Katy, and finding friends with the same interests, and lonliness being the human condition, and stuff. Mostly I nodded and said, yeah, I know. But apparently I inspired her to 'slug it out' with Katy - hurrah. However, I did not see this as Estelle and Kate wanted to go home at 12:30, due to tiredness and poorness respectively, and I and my aching feet decided to join them. A ratburger (mmm) and a taxi ride (complete with discussion about the war in Ireland!) later, I was home, and in one of Katy's various beds. Hurrah!
Got up at 9, unlike the rest of them lazy losers. Tiptoed round for awhile - got dad to give me a lift home (:D) at 12. Whereupon I decided to round of the day with a trip to Leeds. Spend some money before I realised I'd got none. Hurrah!
And lo and behold, there were a thousand sales to ease the burden. I got Dog Day Afternoon for £4.99! I got Ginger Snaps for £3.99! However, I did not get Sleepy Hollow, Schindler's List or Candyman, as I thought this was pushing it a bit. Nor did I get the Gorillaz DVD - I have decided that liking them in a crazy mad way is perfectly alright, and that a crush on one of them in not disturbing in the least, nono - but I did not feel their music videos were worth £9. Their mad adventures, perhaps, but their videos, no. For now, at least...
Then books. There were many. I bought none. Not the book of literary terms. Not the dramatic female monologues. Not the fragments of Sappho. Just two little Penguin 70 books, and Glyn Maxwell's The Sugar Mile. Which don't count. I was annoyed to discover that none of the huge bookstores in Leeds have Lemony Snicket's An Unauthorised Biography. I was even more annoyed to find that I will have to pay £26 to get it online. Or £2 for the paperback. But the hardback is preeeetty...!! Hmph.
Things I shouldn't want:
Read some more of 1984 - halfway through now. Hurray for Julia, the life-loving ho! It's interesting that the Junior Anti-Sex League sash is red though. Like Little Red Riding Hood's cape. That the most sexually-charged colour (in general opinion, anyway, I think) is often used literarily as a sign of chastity. Or a warning against sexual desire, I guess. And that it's always associated with women - you never hear about the gentleman in red, or red male 'chastity garments'. Hmm.
I'll balance this objectification with a quote of wonder from marvellous Six Feet Under, however: 'A lady wears red, she means business' - :D
Despite wearing slightly lower heels, my feet did indeed make me want to die. However, I got to mosh till 2 in the morning to the Kaiser Chiefs and the Baywatch theme tune, so all was well. I did some drinking, but a lot of my cocktail was orange juice (yack!), so remained upright. The tunnel in Buzz is a lot more thrashy than I remember it. I mourn it. But we had fun. I learned never ever to go out dancing without a bra on. A guy sort of attempted to chat me up, I think, perhaps because I was wearing a skirt for once, and I met Katy's uni friend Kate, who is Southern and has exactly the same accent as a Kate I know from Nottingham. However, neither are Katy. Or Katie, my sister. Both of whom had an interesting 'Rachael?', 'It's Katie', 'Yeah it is Katy', 'no it's Katie' phone convo the other day - :D. I sort of rejoice in/sort of mourn my non-common-as-muck name. Hmm.
We even managed to get home quite early, after leaving a little early and avoiding the taxi queues - at the reasonable hour of 2:30. Though Katy insisted on abusing our taxi driver for using the phone while he was driving us. And we stayed up till 4 watching MTV and eating Scampi anyway. But yay. Got up at 12-ish the next day, ate an entire can of tomato soup for lunch because there was no bread in the house, aside from chocolate bread, slobbed about, and then went out again! With Katy's other uni friend Estelle. There were a lot more people we knew out, so there were group-chat issues, and my feet were still killing me from the night before, but everyone was still lovely, and I had fun. Katy's little sister was out too, and Katy was watching her like a hawk. Then they all got pissed on wine, and I was not! And I giggled.
Sadly, Katy did something to upset Alex, her uni and our highschool friend (I think that makes sense), and I had to spend the last of the night listening to how distant she felt from Katy, and alone because they didn't have the same interests anymore. I gave random advice about actually saying something to Katy, and finding friends with the same interests, and lonliness being the human condition, and stuff. Mostly I nodded and said, yeah, I know. But apparently I inspired her to 'slug it out' with Katy - hurrah. However, I did not see this as Estelle and Kate wanted to go home at 12:30, due to tiredness and poorness respectively, and I and my aching feet decided to join them. A ratburger (mmm) and a taxi ride (complete with discussion about the war in Ireland!) later, I was home, and in one of Katy's various beds. Hurrah!
Got up at 9, unlike the rest of them lazy losers. Tiptoed round for awhile - got dad to give me a lift home (:D) at 12. Whereupon I decided to round of the day with a trip to Leeds. Spend some money before I realised I'd got none. Hurrah!
And lo and behold, there were a thousand sales to ease the burden. I got Dog Day Afternoon for £4.99! I got Ginger Snaps for £3.99! However, I did not get Sleepy Hollow, Schindler's List or Candyman, as I thought this was pushing it a bit. Nor did I get the Gorillaz DVD - I have decided that liking them in a crazy mad way is perfectly alright, and that a crush on one of them in not disturbing in the least, nono - but I did not feel their music videos were worth £9. Their mad adventures, perhaps, but their videos, no. For now, at least...
Then books. There were many. I bought none. Not the book of literary terms. Not the dramatic female monologues. Not the fragments of Sappho. Just two little Penguin 70 books, and Glyn Maxwell's The Sugar Mile. Which don't count. I was annoyed to discover that none of the huge bookstores in Leeds have Lemony Snicket's An Unauthorised Biography. I was even more annoyed to find that I will have to pay £26 to get it online. Or £2 for the paperback. But the hardback is preeeetty...!! Hmph.
Things I shouldn't want:
- The Wicked Musical tie-in. Because it is exactly the same as the Wicked on my shelf. Except for the pretty pictures....
- The Hero graphic novel. Let's concentrate on the film first, hmm? Sigh.
Read some more of 1984 - halfway through now. Hurray for Julia, the life-loving ho! It's interesting that the Junior Anti-Sex League sash is red though. Like Little Red Riding Hood's cape. That the most sexually-charged colour (in general opinion, anyway, I think) is often used literarily as a sign of chastity. Or a warning against sexual desire, I guess. And that it's always associated with women - you never hear about the gentleman in red, or red male 'chastity garments'. Hmm.
I'll balance this objectification with a quote of wonder from marvellous Six Feet Under, however: 'A lady wears red, she means business' - :D
