I’m not quite sure what to think of last night. It was fun, I had fun. But I really have no idea what happened.
Starting off walking down from Adam’s to Monsoon Poon with some Big Foot and similar we strolled through the cathedral water feature, past moe’s and the skin’s carpark and downwards towards Monsoon Poon.
Monsoon itself was fantastic. I’ve been obsessed with that place since fashion week in either fourth or fifth form? I had an amazing champagne cocktail complete with edible frangipani. What’s more is that the bathrooms in Monsoon Poon are equipped with spray deoderant and moisturisers. An superb idea I say.
Following dinner we travelled upwards towards Cassette where Ryan had booked a booth for the evening. Only it was still fairly early so we detoured via a bottle store where travel jagerbombs and sour shots were purchased. I remember discussing cats with Josiah. Cats are amazing. The downside of the evening for myself began to wear it’s way in however.
Eventually after a quick respite in Burger King we entered Cassette. I can remember discussions of disney classics and adding beats to the music, watching Adam and Josiah throw themselves onto the chairs and many many many teapots. However it was early days so tonight was not to be a night for random new Cassette friends.
Whilst on a supplies run Adam, Jae, Cameron and I visted Ivana up at Pyramid. Whilst there it was discovered that Adam had somehow cut up his finger. He in was in luck though, ever resourceful Ivana had a plaster in her bag.
As quickly as we had gotten there we were soon back in Cassette to find that Ryan and Josiah had disappeared. A few unintelligible texts and a garbled phone call later it was deduced that they were back by Monsoon Poon and so accordingly we set off in search of the lost birthday boy and fire breathing friend.
The scene we discovered once reaching the benches by Monsoon was Ryan, Josiah and a pair of new friends, Kyle and someone. With those bad boys in tow we were told that we were going to carpark so off we set.
Carpark whilst initially enjoyable on further inspection was realised to be a club full of Jersey Shoresque guidos and strange pacific mixes. I found myself wanting to shuffle and hula simultaneously. Neither of which would have been good. By this stage my feet were starting to lag.
After another escape of key characters we again found ourselves outside with no idea where we were going or who we were waiting for. A text from Matthew Mudford later and we began to walk towards Queen st, meeting Mudford on the way.
Ryan soon caught up and it was decided that we would go to Met & Code. Met was a well and true cock fest however so after a spat of dancing we once again ventured airwards. On the steps we met up with Josiah and so while somehow acquiring Jae and Cameron our next mission became to get to Margy’s. On the way fate intervened as we were reunited with Mel, our chef friend from the North Shore that we met at Cassette on evening. Mel of the brilliant stories, the moving Patrick and stellar British accent. Bonding over eachother’s brilliance we decided to go to bk again in search of Matt Bain and Ashley. My name was changed in Mel’s phone from Cassette girl to Maddy and my fox fur was greatly appreciated.
I’m sorry peta, but my fox fur truly is lovely and it’s vintage and it’s the closest I’ll ever get to wearing Robin Hood or Fantastic Mr Fox. 0909
However with hugely dilated pupils Paddy and Mel had to keep moving and as we discovered that Bain and Ashley were in another of the bk’s we moved on as well.
Coming to the correct Bk a great congregation gathered and over three large fries, a non descript burger and some cups everyone tried to figure out what on earth they were doing. Amelia, Hana and Ivana joined us and it was discovered that Ryan and Mudford were at the White House. After some confusion, discussion and weighing up of options everyone’s final destinations were decided and Adam and I walked back up to his apartment. Finally being off Queen St I felt comfortable with removing my high heels and was able to allow my feet to recenter. Walking all over the place in heels is less than fun.
This morning though with Ryan’s car keys in my bag and Adam’s car outside Cameron’s in Mt Albert Adam and I had to make our way to Cameron’s so as to be able to drop off Ryan’s keys and pick up Adam’s car. With no change of clothes and no chance of wearing my heels again and a very obvious blemish on my neck (ahgdhjsfgasjdhasjd) I had to make that awful next morning walk around town to find a bus. I have to admit that Jae was right when he said that if I drew whiskers on my face that I’d regret it. That would have been the icing on the cake.
This isn’t to say that I didn’t have a good night last night though. In fact I had an extremely good night, I just don’t quite get what happened. All plans were disregarded and my feet are definitely the worse for wear. But now washed, fed and in comfortable clothes at home I am quite content.
And now I have to work on my assignments, bring on the week from hell!
