sunrises at midnight

I wasn't really looking forward to going out when i got home after grabbing my top, it was a beauty, gold and glitterly and reminded me of something that Anara wears on Fire Fly. But most of the people I invited and said that they were going to come... had canceled on me. Amie, Vic, Sam, Ray, and Sean. Sean was the reason i was going out in the first place. So i was feeling sad and loser-ish at 5:30 when i got the 5th of the reject texts.

i started freaking out cause andrew wasn't home at 6pm and we were suppose to be meeting people at like 6 at this bar called spudnix don't ask me about the name i wouldn't have a clue. finally got ready and headed out there. i had never been to this bar/pub before. it was odd. not really a bar that i'd usually hang out in. half a dozen pool tables. and where all my friends (from my old work) were sitting, the table was a surf board. yes a surf board. why? i don't know! its not like it was a surf-ie place or anything. it was a bar with pokie machines, and really ugly furniture. but the drinks were strong and the company good. Andrew was in a mood so he sat on the arm of a a really low black couch next to me sullen and sulky. i drunk and talked to Clarissa about life and music and work and spookers and how Stonned Tiffany was, that she came and went in about 10 minutes.

Played a game of pool with my old work mates, joinne, miti, clarissa and i. doubles. miti and i won by defult. i was the bad pool-er comic relif for the game. but my first shot was rather impressive. completly unintentionly i made the white ball jump, and it banged against a ball which went shooting off into a corner pocket. it was too bad it was a ball from the other team .

At about 8pm we left and headed over to the London bar, which is Andrew and i's usual watering hole, sat down to the sound of quiet jazz (not live as yet) and grabbed a drink each plus some beautiful tasting wedges. Andrew Cousin Melissa who i've never met before (she had just moved up from some little hick town at the bottom of the north Island) and her boyfriend joined us. Now i reconised the boyfriend. but couldn't place it. kept starring and was like "i know you from somewhere" turns out he went to my high school. a year above me. Knows Sunita (another one of my friends who was supposed to be comming to join us at about 10) the only real reason i remember him was because he was in a relationship with this girl from almost all of high school that i noticed him for. you know how theres a "couple" in every one of your years. well he was it in the year above me. but he seemed nice. hes a entomougist (i know i spelt that wrong!!) studying bugs at uni. Grissoms job from CSI. Melissa didn't seem anything like andrew describe. just phyically. she looked like one of thoses "i'm a bottle blond above you!" type people you abhore in high school. but she was a lovely lovely person. guess that teaches me to judge by looks.

Drinks were flowing. i stuck to my good old safe tequila sunrises. and ended up having about 6 or 7 of the leathal things over the course of the evening. the girl at the bar was from Liverpool on her OE over here, and made them nice and strong (once i told her how to make em!!) i ended up tipsy rather quickly. but it was nice tipsy. not want to go and dance and kiss everyone and make an idiot of myself, but just calm. open and slightly overtalkitive tipsy. my head is feeling it now though. not enough water. anyway we ended up sitting at the same table just talking for over 4 hours. it was good. nice to just talk and hang and chat. they have the same intrest in british comedy as andrew (and to a lesser extent me) and firefly. anyone who knows and enjoys flyfire goes up a step in the respect ladder for me.

pumpkin hour came and went and got a couple of texts from clarrissa (who was across the road still) and sunita. in my drunkness i replyed so the spelling is worse than normal!! both of them were supposed to show up over where we were, but they didn't but thats okay. We ended up leaving at about one, after the live jazz band had left an a silence in the bar. there music was loud. good. and very very jazzy. walked along the road, got given the evils by a pack of drunk and 12 year old looking emo goths. i hate it when they mix the lables. goth is goth. its victorian, frills, lace, dark, haunting. emo is emo. enough said. got delish chilli chips and cheese from wendys to take away. and flopped on our worn and comfy apartment couch to watch and eposide of fire fly.

it was a lovely night. one fo the best i had in a while.
i'm going to find my self some asprin, and some food, then go back to bed.