It all started quite innocently. It was the final meeting
for the CWA for the year. Technically our Christmas party. Then, because of the
kids, most members went home. I then blame Gill for the rest of the evening
because next thing I know I’m crying out to a bunch of twenty somethings to
stop feeding me Moscato. I was tiddly enough without their help. I had flash
backs of the night I was on the rum and OJ at Wudinna Pub and Sharlee and
Stacey were convincing me to part myself from the porcelain throne. I didn’t
really want that to happen again.
If you want to see a spectacular show of mullets, this
evening was perfect for such viewing. There was even a pair of cut-off, acid
wash jeans to accompany one mullet. One mullet hung around a lot. I cacked
myself with laughter at the crap he was trying to spin.
Toward midnight I hid under the table in the foyer of the
Golfie. I was determined not to go to Kirby’s. The last time I went there with
Stace I felt old and that the place was like a meat market. Somehow, some lady,
who I think may have been called Brenda, was driving myself, Courtney, Jade and
AJ Ben to the exact place I was trying to avoid. And somehow, during the night,
we’d collected a number of AJ’s (aka Army Jerks for those who miss out on
having a defence base near to them).
At Kirby’s Gill was trying to get yet more booze down my
throat and yet I threw back water instead much to the amusement of many. I
danced and danced with everyone. Soon attendees of Sam’s 40th
birthday were dancing alongside us. Then I had some random ask me if I wanted a
drink and a dance. Um, no. This was the point that I decided to get the hell
out of there. Whilst grabbing my stuff random number two asked me for a drink
and a dance. I told him I had a husband and two kids and that I was going home
to them now. I then let security and Sam’s husband know I was going home
because this is K-Town after all.
Stepping outside I looked down the street at the local
vagrants and opted for a taxi for the pathetic distance to the house-sit and
happily paid the minimum fare to get home safely.
Apparently, I’m going to hit the town again on the 1st
of December if anyone wants to throw me a lifeline? Anyone?
