If you you’d like to see what four completely respectable 30-something professionals look like after a few bottles of champagne, a few bottles of red, a tequila shot and some other drink assortments, you’re in luck. Perhaps not as pretty as it might have been 10 years ago, but I tell you – we’ve still got the moves (as these photos from karaoke prove).
Fun night. Great dinner. Lots of laughter. Friends still have a lot to learn about my sense of direction – but I think they got the gist of it this time round… A little reminiscing about the ‘old’ days (joyriding in my mother's car as teenagers to go through the Camp Hill bottle shop... trauma over horror movie nights - The Entity is forever etched in our brains... tap-dancing lessons... Bee Gees and B52's concerts...) But any lull in the conversation and I think I just popped out my cancerous shoulder for everyone to take a look at (latter in the evening in my defense…). Not sure about our compatibility in recent music – but Dee and Megan have bonded in 80’s Xanadu heaven. Oh why did Velfarre have to close its doors… But it was the end of the evening I hold most dear. I have friends in my life to walk beside me and break the rules for me… friends to cheer me on and bail me out (on numerous occasions…) But I’ve never had a friend to stop traffic for me. Until now. And I think the treasured memory of Megan holding back hundreds of angry taxis in the middle of Roppongi crossing at 2 o’clock in the morning will probably stay with me forever. Yes, as Dee so movingly put it – my friends stop traffic for me.
And now it's time to go back to acting like grown-ups again and not head back down that Schoolies Week road of debauchery for a while. Although, I do have a date with Pili back in Brisbane next week. I can feel the Rec Club revival fever starting already…
Can I come to Obama with u guys? New in town and told u guys were the people to talk to about seeing things. Please write back.
Posted by: Jeff | March 19, 2008 at 12:33 AM