Monday, November 21, 2005
Shanannigans
6:01 pm | 
Posted by
Cat |
The boss is on the grade 6 camp for the next three days.
My colleague and myself found his car keys in our hands and the instructions 'go park it, and look after it'.
Oh we'll look after it alright...
Immediately I was scheming.
I'll let you know how it all goes.
Speaking of shanannigans, it was brought to my attention that I haven't mentioned any of the other goings-on of Saturday night. It all started quite tame...
first - dinner in Leichardt. Whilst waiting for one other, us, being the classy gals we are left 'token male' on a park bench whilst we played with clothes spanning from the 30s-50s. My favourite was a bright orange boy-legged one-piece swimsuit sporting a wide plastic belt and big round button. It struck me as very stereotypically 60s. I could see it with a pair of white vinyl stiletto knee-high boots.
Then, with no sign of Token Male's friend, we skipped two doors down to a little boutique with pretty unique jewellry/furniture/art. I fell in love with a few paintings (as well as a phonograph and a tallboy) but choked at the price ($660) and thought I'd paint it myself...so out came the trusty camera-phone...
Finally TMF came. He had found a shirt at the retro shop for $10 and *had* to wear it, so he got changed and went from dinner-shirt to 70s greasemonkey. 5 minutes later he realised that we were eating Itallian, and red wine pasta sauce didn't sound like a good idea with his funky new threads.
Two firsts:
This must have put us all in high spirits. Heading to the show (finally) some brain surgeon came up with the idea of swapping seats at the traffic lights (how original). We all laughed politely. We did not expect, however, the driver to jump out at the next red light and race around. All of a sudden we were all doing laps around the car, jumping back in just as the light went green.
What we didn't expect was a couple of 20-somethings in the car next to us cheered and applauded as though they had never seen it happen before.
What they didn't expect was at the next red light our driver and passenger jumped out and knocked on their window shouting "Open the door!".
Car-jackers in the making.
On finally getting to Enmore and driving the wrong way down many one-way streets before finding a park we were delighted by the musical tantalisations of the Cat Empire (as previously mentioned). I managed to lose the top of my bananbel along the way, and then got the bottom bit stuck in my belly button somehow so I spent the first 5 minutes in the bathroom trying to pull a piece of metal out of my navel (sounds like a trick). Typically the band went on at this point - if you ever want to see ugliness, try being in a ladies rest room with teenyboppers lined up at the intro-moment. My my the claws do come out.
Friend and I took this moment to see if we could better our seats by sneaking onto the floor. It lasted about 5 minutes "Oh really? The 'circle' means the balcony? We thought it was here".
I think I mentioned the atmosphere - marvelous. Not going to repeat myself.
After the encore (sometimes I wonder why they bother going off - we all know they are coming back on) Friend and I were just a little too amped and continued dancing (broadway style up and down the balcony stairs) to Hot Chocolate. The funny thing was - we persisted whilst the balcony started to empty but then realised there was a crowd not leaving - they were all dancing with us! Hah. I'm still mildly amused by the sight still in my memory.
They finally silenced the music and an usher stood at the bottom with hands on hips - and we continued dancing right on out of there.
I tell you, adrenaline is better than caffeine.
Hmm...I'm suddenly realising this is becoming the longest blog entry ever....so I'll end in point form:
(dododooo do dooo doo doo)
xxx
My colleague and myself found his car keys in our hands and the instructions 'go park it, and look after it'.
Oh we'll look after it alright...
Immediately I was scheming.
I'll let you know how it all goes.
Speaking of shanannigans, it was brought to my attention that I haven't mentioned any of the other goings-on of Saturday night. It all started quite tame...
first - dinner in Leichardt. Whilst waiting for one other, us, being the classy gals we are left 'token male' on a park bench whilst we played with clothes spanning from the 30s-50s. My favourite was a bright orange boy-legged one-piece swimsuit sporting a wide plastic belt and big round button. It struck me as very stereotypically 60s. I could see it with a pair of white vinyl stiletto knee-high boots.
Then, with no sign of Token Male's friend, we skipped two doors down to a little boutique with pretty unique jewellry/furniture/art. I fell in love with a few paintings (as well as a phonograph and a tallboy) but choked at the price ($660) and thought I'd paint it myself...so out came the trusty camera-phone...
Finally TMF came. He had found a shirt at the retro shop for $10 and *had* to wear it, so he got changed and went from dinner-shirt to 70s greasemonkey. 5 minutes later he realised that we were eating Itallian, and red wine pasta sauce didn't sound like a good idea with his funky new threads.
Two firsts:
- First time I had seen a guy change twice in the space of 5 minutes.
- First time I had seen someone change from paisley to white to eat red pasta sauce
This must have put us all in high spirits. Heading to the show (finally) some brain surgeon came up with the idea of swapping seats at the traffic lights (how original). We all laughed politely. We did not expect, however, the driver to jump out at the next red light and race around. All of a sudden we were all doing laps around the car, jumping back in just as the light went green.
What we didn't expect was a couple of 20-somethings in the car next to us cheered and applauded as though they had never seen it happen before.
What they didn't expect was at the next red light our driver and passenger jumped out and knocked on their window shouting "Open the door!".
Car-jackers in the making.
On finally getting to Enmore and driving the wrong way down many one-way streets before finding a park we were delighted by the musical tantalisations of the Cat Empire (as previously mentioned). I managed to lose the top of my bananbel along the way, and then got the bottom bit stuck in my belly button somehow so I spent the first 5 minutes in the bathroom trying to pull a piece of metal out of my navel (sounds like a trick). Typically the band went on at this point - if you ever want to see ugliness, try being in a ladies rest room with teenyboppers lined up at the intro-moment. My my the claws do come out.
Friend and I took this moment to see if we could better our seats by sneaking onto the floor. It lasted about 5 minutes "Oh really? The 'circle' means the balcony? We thought it was here".
I think I mentioned the atmosphere - marvelous. Not going to repeat myself.
After the encore (sometimes I wonder why they bother going off - we all know they are coming back on) Friend and I were just a little too amped and continued dancing (broadway style up and down the balcony stairs) to Hot Chocolate. The funny thing was - we persisted whilst the balcony started to empty but then realised there was a crowd not leaving - they were all dancing with us! Hah. I'm still mildly amused by the sight still in my memory.
They finally silenced the music and an usher stood at the bottom with hands on hips - and we continued dancing right on out of there.
I tell you, adrenaline is better than caffeine.
Hmm...I'm suddenly realising this is becoming the longest blog entry ever....so I'll end in point form:
- We drove around looking for TMF's car, and being the smallest the majority voted me as the one to squish down in case of police (6 in a 5-seater).
- TMF forgot where he parked his car - we logically searched the area (logically meaning 'hey look, dead end - let's go back) until we found it - with it's lights on.
- We waited for TMFs car to start then headed into the city for someone's party
- Got to the party - TMF locked and armed his car - with the windows wound down (no, he's not blonde...)
- Bouncer wouldn't let me in - who says thongs and jeans aren't classy??? Snuck in.
- Hid from bouncer until he gave up chasing.
- Finally convinced others to leave at about 2am (sleep is more important after all)
- Smiled sweetly to the bouncer on the way out and told him to have a great night.
(dododooo do dooo doo doo)
xxx
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