| I HAVE PROGSOC KEYS! :D^1000 |
[Aug. 5th, 2006|06:45 am] |
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| | Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon, Flogging Molly | ] |
Yesterday was fun. Tiring, but fun. Just a small warning - there'll probably be some, at least minor, level of "I hate my body" TMI in this post, though I'll try and keep it down.
On Thursday night, Stevie's like, "Hey! You're not doing anything today, are you? Come visit me!". So, we'd arranged to meet at Circular Quay at midday. We wandered through the MCA (leaving when they told me that I should have cloaked my umbrella *Eyeroll*), and meandered through The Rocks - I came across the Lowenbrau while we were wandering. We then went to Macca's to grab some lunch.
Stevie had apparently told Shaun that he'd "Try and drag me over" to UNSW. So after lunch, we wandered over to Circular Quay station, caught a train to Central, and then caught the last express bus across to UNSW. Stevie told me that he was always giving people ideas for where to take their dates, and yet never being in the "situation" himself. Sigh. He pointed some random landmarks out to me that I didn't really absorb - he was particularly fixated on the new Law building, especially on pointing it out just after it'd been hidden behind a hill or other buildings.
We headed over to the Roundhouse, and met up with Shaun. While Stevie was chatting with some Engineering cronies, I ran into Charlene (Who had the comment "Did you get lost?" - My response: "Apparently so".) We chatted briefly, and Stevie introduced us to some guy named George who was big on pianos.
Shaun, Stevie and I went to play a few rounds of pool. Midgame, my stomach started cramping so badly that I was reduced to taking my last Neurofen tablets and desperately waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. And pacing around, because if I stayed still too long, it hurt even more. Stevie was asking "Can we help?" - Um, no.
After ten to fifteen minutes, the tablets had kicked in, and I could function; if I stayed still too long, it started to hurt again, but my brain cleared enough to take a couple of shots on the table. At the end of that round, they'd run out of gold coins and I didn't want to stand still any longer - so we decided to take a tour of the buildings. In the rain - or if it wasn't raining, nigh on ankle-deep puddles.
I don't know that I could recall the actual path we took, but there were various landmarks that I'd probably be able to identify again, like the broken Unbreakable Clock, and CASOC. Not sure if I'd ever need the knowledge, but anyway. It was fun. The look on the guy's face when we asked him where "CASOC, or just SpockSoc" were located was entertaining - especially when Stevie looked offended enough to leave the room when his response was "SpockSoc? Is that, like, Star Trek?".
They were due at SpockSoc at 5PM (as soon as they figured out where it was actually being held), so they posted me onto a bus around 4:30, with admonishments to not sit down. Hop off the bus, catch the train over... And realise it's 5:30. And most of the shops shut at six. And I'm not supposed to meet people until 6:30.
I spent some time sitting on the train platform sitting still, trying to judge how long I could sit without experiencing pain enough to cause me to wish to die. When I'd sat still for ten minutes without suffering from more than twinges, I judged the worst over, and headed out into Circular Quay. Looking at my watch, I realised I had more or less an hour to kill. I wandered around, checking out the assorted touristy shops - tried on hats, admired tshirt designs, drooled over jewellery. When I stumbled across a chemist in the arcade I visited, I bought some generic brand iboprofen, since it was half the price of brand name stuff. I then wandered along towards the cinema, peering in more windows and the like.
While I was wandering, I received a phone call from Rob, who was running late and needed advice on how to find the place. I gave him some very vague directions (as I'd said, I'd stumbled across the Lowenbrau while wandering around The Rocks with Stevie), and he asked me to tell Dedney to call him when he turned up. At just before seven, I headed back to the area opposite Wharf 5, because if I think "Circular Quay", that what I associate with it. Various people wandered in - Chris L., CK, Andi, John Elliot. Dedney eventually showed, and we walked over to the restaurant. Thomas and Nora caught up with us just as we were walking in the door.
We chattered about things. WHen they brought out the menu, I looked at the price tags, and headed straight for the sides. I would have got schnitzel, but at more than twenty dollars a plate, I skipped that - and headed for the close to cheapest things on the menu - Garlic bread (split with Rob), chips (shared with Chris and Rob), and then strudel for dessert. Dedney, CK, and John each ordered a deal that was offered for five "tasters" of beer for twenty dollars (ish). They got progressively drunker (CK was yelling about triangles, and, later, lesbians), though they probably weren't as drunk as they were behaving. If they were, I pity their heads in the morning.
At one point, Dedney ceremoniously handed over his ProgSoc keys to me, saying "I'll miss these". Yay! I have keys! Thank you, Dedney. And CK proceeded to ramble drunkenly at me about how wonderful it was that I was joining the exec. And a bunch of other things that I'll hope he regrets saying in the morning.
At one point, when the conversation was getting a little too drunk to handle, Nora and I went exploring. We discovered that the top floor of the building was allocated to a bar with music and disco lights. Nice atmosphere - except that every second person had a cigarette in their hands. At my second or third cough, we headed back down. Rob stole the placemat on the table, and everyone proceeded to autograph it because they could. We'll probably stick it in the room somewhere.
When half the population decided that they wanted to move upstairs, I decided it was time to head home. I didn't really fancy spending the next three or four days coughing due to overexposure to smoke, no matter how good the company. Nora and Thomas left, as well. Rob accompanied me back to the bus stop, and waited for a bus that would take him back to Uni to let him pick up his bag. We chatted about things like musicals (note to self, burn him a disc with some MP3s on it) and how to approach a dog you don't know, and the fact that Flogging Molly have a new album.
I got home, then the dog in, checked my mail, put the dog to bed, and then crashed. It's now 8:30am, and I have things to do today, so I might leave this here. See you again.
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