Dr. Spoon...
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JUst a note. This was my NYE, it was so freakin' weird that I have to spread the story across the globe.
Also my vocabulary and story telling abilities are not the greatest so please excuse the not so fantastic word content of this tale. HERE WE GO!
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The chiming sound of the chinese balls rang over and over again as I finished my lunch, it was not a calm consistant sound but rather a clumsy annoying chiming with no sense of rythm.
Austin sat next to me trying to rotate these two balls in his hands, two balls with Yin-Yang symbols on each side and a bell inside, they are suppose to relieve stress I hear. the goal is to not get them to touch while spinning them in one hand and to get a good clean flow going. It wasn't working.
"We gotta roll man."
I quickly finished my lunch, threw my shoes on, grabbed my bag and head straight for the door.
"Should I bring the Fez Hat?" I ask Austin.
"I think you have to bring the Fez hat Damian."
A few days ago I had broken up with my girlfriend, a few days before that she had bought me a Fez hat as of my request. Bless her heart.
Now I was all ready for NYE. MY bright white pimp jacket in my bag, my Fez hat and the pure energy flowing through me knowing that this would turn out to be a great NYE.
Leaving my home Austin and I catch a taxi to Austin's pad. We were suppose to get there to meet a certain individual who would supply the "party ingredients".
Arriving at Austin's we hang around there for a while, the deliviery comes so we await the arrival of our good friend Alex. All I knew of our plans were we were heading across the Harbour Bridge to the North side of Sydney and meeting up with some people there. Alex arrives and we start to gather our stuff for the long journey to North Sydney. In a small colourful box we have One-quarter ounce of marijuana, Three Microdots of cold-cut LSD, Three "four-leaf clover" ecstasy pills, a pair of scissors and a bong; this box is in the hands of Alex. We do not want to be stopped by cops.
I check the clock as we leave, it is 6:00PM.
"Are you ready to party mother ****ers?"
Austin pulls down his shades, Alex shakes what was refered to as "the box o' drugs".
"Oh yeah."
After a long and fullfilling train ride (the beautiful woman who we passed on our travels, ooooh) we arrive at the apartment building and are let upstairs. What followed as we were let in was a respectable upper-middle class apartment. You know, the ones with glass tables all over the house, art hung all over the walls and so on. One difference, the place was completely and utterly trashed. Beer bottles everywhere, dirty plates and glasses and just crap all over the floors. Most of the people were to match, way too trashed way too early; Jesus Christ the sun hasn't even gone down yet!
"I lost my pill, it's on the floor somebody get it." A strange man screams. Half his wish is fulfilled as he falls on the floor and stumbles around.
"I gotta get some condoms so I can go have some sex..." Straight for a room he heads and locks the door.
I'm starting to be intrigued by these people. Of course these are all Austin and Alex's friends and I know no one here, so they begin to introduce me.
There is Keith, the drunk bastard who was looking for his sex and drugs.
Ben... something, who was the quiet guy just wandering around.
Costa... HEY! I know him, the bald headed russian. Well at least that's one!
Tweety, oh my god Tweety. This woman is a godess, not only in body but just in spirit and soul, one of the nicest girls I have ever met. I am ashamed to be around her while she desperately tries to clean her house and is too nice to let me help.
Ben H. who I met once while he was busking, we had a nice long conversation. This man sounds, looks and plays music exactly like Kurt Cobain, he is a legend.
And a whole bunch of other people wandering and chatting.
We are hanging around there for a while as Austin, Costa and Alex have their first Microdots.
SMASH! Tiny pieces of glass shatter past my feet. I turn my head and look up and there is Keith Laughing his head off after just having broken a bottle over his head.
"Go clean yourself off man!" One of the party goers say.
Keith stumbles down the hallway to the bathroom with blood dripping down his face laughing.
"Why don't you guys go, I'll clean up and meet you down at the park?" Tweety states.
Tweety having changed outfits into something even more outrageously fantastic and revealing leads us and several others out of the apartment.
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AT this point it was about 7:30ish... this was just part one, the night is nowhere near getting bizaree yet. Stay tuned for part 2...
Also my vocabulary and story telling abilities are not the greatest so please excuse the not so fantastic word content of this tale. HERE WE GO!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The chiming sound of the chinese balls rang over and over again as I finished my lunch, it was not a calm consistant sound but rather a clumsy annoying chiming with no sense of rythm.
Austin sat next to me trying to rotate these two balls in his hands, two balls with Yin-Yang symbols on each side and a bell inside, they are suppose to relieve stress I hear. the goal is to not get them to touch while spinning them in one hand and to get a good clean flow going. It wasn't working.
"We gotta roll man."
I quickly finished my lunch, threw my shoes on, grabbed my bag and head straight for the door.
"Should I bring the Fez Hat?" I ask Austin.
"I think you have to bring the Fez hat Damian."
A few days ago I had broken up with my girlfriend, a few days before that she had bought me a Fez hat as of my request. Bless her heart.
Now I was all ready for NYE. MY bright white pimp jacket in my bag, my Fez hat and the pure energy flowing through me knowing that this would turn out to be a great NYE.
Leaving my home Austin and I catch a taxi to Austin's pad. We were suppose to get there to meet a certain individual who would supply the "party ingredients".
Arriving at Austin's we hang around there for a while, the deliviery comes so we await the arrival of our good friend Alex. All I knew of our plans were we were heading across the Harbour Bridge to the North side of Sydney and meeting up with some people there. Alex arrives and we start to gather our stuff for the long journey to North Sydney. In a small colourful box we have One-quarter ounce of marijuana, Three Microdots of cold-cut LSD, Three "four-leaf clover" ecstasy pills, a pair of scissors and a bong; this box is in the hands of Alex. We do not want to be stopped by cops.
I check the clock as we leave, it is 6:00PM.
"Are you ready to party mother ****ers?"
Austin pulls down his shades, Alex shakes what was refered to as "the box o' drugs".
"Oh yeah."
After a long and fullfilling train ride (the beautiful woman who we passed on our travels, ooooh) we arrive at the apartment building and are let upstairs. What followed as we were let in was a respectable upper-middle class apartment. You know, the ones with glass tables all over the house, art hung all over the walls and so on. One difference, the place was completely and utterly trashed. Beer bottles everywhere, dirty plates and glasses and just crap all over the floors. Most of the people were to match, way too trashed way too early; Jesus Christ the sun hasn't even gone down yet!
"I lost my pill, it's on the floor somebody get it." A strange man screams. Half his wish is fulfilled as he falls on the floor and stumbles around.
"I gotta get some condoms so I can go have some sex..." Straight for a room he heads and locks the door.
I'm starting to be intrigued by these people. Of course these are all Austin and Alex's friends and I know no one here, so they begin to introduce me.
There is Keith, the drunk bastard who was looking for his sex and drugs.
Ben... something, who was the quiet guy just wandering around.
Costa... HEY! I know him, the bald headed russian. Well at least that's one!
Tweety, oh my god Tweety. This woman is a godess, not only in body but just in spirit and soul, one of the nicest girls I have ever met. I am ashamed to be around her while she desperately tries to clean her house and is too nice to let me help.
Ben H. who I met once while he was busking, we had a nice long conversation. This man sounds, looks and plays music exactly like Kurt Cobain, he is a legend.
And a whole bunch of other people wandering and chatting.
We are hanging around there for a while as Austin, Costa and Alex have their first Microdots.
SMASH! Tiny pieces of glass shatter past my feet. I turn my head and look up and there is Keith Laughing his head off after just having broken a bottle over his head.
"Go clean yourself off man!" One of the party goers say.
Keith stumbles down the hallway to the bathroom with blood dripping down his face laughing.
"Why don't you guys go, I'll clean up and meet you down at the park?" Tweety states.
Tweety having changed outfits into something even more outrageously fantastic and revealing leads us and several others out of the apartment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AT this point it was about 7:30ish... this was just part one, the night is nowhere near getting bizaree yet. Stay tuned for part 2...