Imagination 2
Linz's blog on Imagination reminded me of a weird night I had last night. I went to dinner in Ackland St, St Kilda, had a great time and lots of belly laughs - the ones that are so violent they make you feel like throwing up! Bring it on! Dinner wound up by about 10.30 and I had a sudden urge to drive to Morningon (bout an hour away), 'cos there was a party on. What the hell, it's Saturday night and I don't gotta get up the next morning.
So off I toodled, driving along, music on high, feelin' pretty great. I couldn't wait to get there, sneak up behind my girlfriend, and go "g'day Deb" and surprise the tits off her 'cos I originally said I wasn't going. I was also hanging out to see the birthday dude, cos he's the drummer in my fav band and I hadn't heard them in AGES! Was getting all pumped up and excited. Then I imagined them actually playing a few of my fav numbers 'cos the lead singer was gonna be there too. Yay! Party time. This band, the music, the friends associated with it, the vibe, etc, are like blood pumping through my veins.
Couldn't wait to rock up to the house, wind my window down and maybe hear Rosie, the coolest song, and race in and surprise and hug everyone. Ain't life grand!
Half way there I was a bit worried 'cos I had no present and no alcohol, but I was too hanging out to get there to stop and f around the shops. Besides, he's a good mate who would just be thrilled to see MWA - naturally!
Got to thinking about whether there might be any cuties there. When we were at dinner, I saw a coupla guys that got my juices goin', so I was in a raunchy mood and ready for action. So, driving along, yeah, it'a long way, lots of time to think.
Finally, after a wrong turn or two, got to the house...It was dark...there were no cars...no music...no sign of human life...deathly quiet! Mmmm...I must have assumed it was at the house, but they must have booked a venue! Damn! To cut a long story short, after 40,000 phone calls (which no one answered...gee the music must be up so loud they can't hear their phones), I roamed the streets looking for familiar cars and thinking of possible venues.
EVERYONE WAS AT THE FUCKING PARTY BUT ME...I FELT LOST, FORLORN. I reckon my bottom lip was pouting like a little kid when everyone else got ice cream except them. Not wanting to dag around the streets on my lonesome for much longer, I turned around and went home - flat, dejected, and sad.
As it happens, THE HOE who's married to this guy changed her mind about having this surprise party for her hubby, and decided to drag him off to a Melbourne hotel for the night (Poor guy - she's as ugly as sin and fatter than Linz's grandmother). Trouble is, she didn't bother to RING AND TELL ME!!!
My point in all of this is that, even though I didn't get to go to a super duper party 'cos it never fucking existed in the first place, I had an awesome time of it - IN MY IMAGINATION! Juji x
