vague vibes

Friday; rearranged my room some more. went to kickboxing, went to get spanakopita, had a drink at the wesley anne, went home, visited by first former boyfriend, got hammered on port, went on dumpster mission with dumpster mission kids. Re-joined friend for more port, ran out of port, refueled with cans of highlander, ran out of that. Extolled the virtues of Tom Waits to each other, smoked a billion cigarettes, cracked open an ancient bottle of father o'leary's and munged on dumpstered twisties. Passed out.
Saturday; friend lost his wallet, which to my knowledge, still hasn't turned up.Eventually gave up looking and went home.The timsons came over and dropped off a washing machine, sans lid. Me and emma had champagne and cigarrettes and sat in the sun. sarah came over and emma dressed us up like ladies. We went to open studio to meet some friends and looked at the moon through some guy's telescope.We left to go to a party in brunswick. which sucked so we ended up at bar open doing shots, some kind of hazy brain fog decended, then a taxi to ding dong. then ridiculously trashy dancing and drinking out of a broken bottle in a brown paper bag, everyone being inappropriately affectionate, I had a lot of contact with other people's necks...dingdong closed everyone went off to bed, me and sarah walked down to the hifi bar and visited our friends who were finishing up, we smoked a lot of cigarettes and explored the band room, scabbed cheap beer and free cruisers from the hifi kids. Then I munted outside. A police car pulls up and Yells "IS she ok?" I raise my thumb in the air and they cruise past. Me and sarah get a ride in a cab with a really annoying guy and I throw up several times on the way, I give all my money to the really annoying guy and then sarah washes all the vomit out of my hair and puts me to bed.
Sunday; wake up at twelve o'clock to a million phonecalls in a row from various people.Spend Four hours trying to sit up. Eat twistiesandwiches walk up street to high vibes festival, walk around in a daze, figuratively bump into several familar people, literally bump into unfamiliar people, avoid one irritating trombone player, successfully take martin martini down a peg or two with quick wit, try o find food, try to find friends; with varying degrees of success, buy overpriced udl cans drink in several gutters, get told off by polizia, run into good friends we weren't expecting to see, run into drunk housemates being annoying. Get wasted, invited to a warehouse party, consider the fact that I haven't showered since friday and have been wearing the same thing since saturday and am probably due for some rest. Walk home because there are no trams. Receive intoxicated phonecall from irritating trombone player, who talks at length about what a slut he is and his existential crises; wanker. Go home, brush teeth for the first time in too long, change into clean underwear. Go to bed. Sleep for a thousand years.