The Journey

'Had a jour excellente on Saturday. Box Box and I headed to Cul de Sac at around mid-day (ultimate beer consumption time) and waited out the arrival of the rest of our photography crew. We also sorted out wardrobe for the shoot (Pie in a white lingerie-esque top with blue frilly knickers and Ho in white pajama bottoms and a grey shirt - all courtesy of Cotton On). Everyone, as is normal with these artistic types, were late. With the glaring exception of Ho, for whom I commend grandly for showing up on time. Strolling up around half an hour later were WRP, Dilemma and Pie shortly followed by Muffin. Turns out, despite being late Pie forgot the paint we were meant to be throwing at her and RWP and I had to trawl the mean streets of Central to find some decent paint. First store only had paint for metals which they assured us would cause a nuclear-fallout effect on our skin (it was corrosive, in other words), but we soon came across a great costume shop on Pottinger Street that sold body paints, which didn't look too promising but were only 10 dollars a tube (be quiet we are poor). After acquring ten rather measly tubes of body paint, we then skiddadled back to Cul De Sac where everyone seemed to be more or less ready and Dilemma had polished off my beer (not impressed, Dilemma). We then sorted out camera arrangements (Muffin on Pie's Nikon and me on Box Box's Canon) and off we went! Unfortunately Ho, Muffin and Dilemma walk extremely slow so Pie and I were leading the pack, with Box Box somewhere in the middle. This made us miss the first bus which caused me to go into panic attack mode, but thankfully the number 66 pulled up shortly after.

After a quick change from Pie on the bus (with Muffin going manic with his camera), getting some strange stares from visiting Germans just behind us, and accessorizing her, we soon arrived at the Cricket Club, said a quick hello to my father and hurried on our way to our (not so) deserted photoshoot location (not before grabbing a few beers/ red bulls/ water at the petrol station) . Pie had no qualms about quickly stripping down to her underwear and after a bit of coersion (?) neither did Ho. Pie was rushed through makeup (graciously applied by Dilemma) and Box Box applied foundation to a very bemused Ho's chest. Shooting started and went SWIMMINGLY if I may say so myself, Ho and Pie had great chemistry and I was most impressed with both of their proffessionalism. Muffin also did a fantastic job, being a first time photgrapher and Box Box and Dilemma kept everything running smoooothly. After we chucked paint all over our amazing models, we called it a day and let Pie and Ho rinse the paint from their bodies (there was rather a lot, dilemma and I went a bit overboard with the whole paint chucking - hey, it was crazy fun) and demanded beer towers off my dad. After reluctantly agreeing to ordering two, we proceeded to drink ourselves silly. After finding that we couldn't finish the huge amount of beer we ordered, we called in reinforcements in the form of M and Aardvark (who requested his code name to be changed to Raven, I said no). We finished the beer in no time and convinced my dad to buy another one, just as his lawyer arrived, looking slightly uncomfortable to be confronted with a team of drunken, underaged teenagers.

We soon left the Cricks as I had to go try on a costume for the Star Wars party on Sunday at the Conrad. The costumes were ridiculous (yet kind of crazy awesome) and I persuaded Aardvark to wait for my while I pretended (albeit quite drunkenly) to be Princess Amidala and played with lightsabers and ray guns (PEW PEW!)... poor Aardvark. At least he got some funny photos...

Like a true gentleman Aardvark dropped me home and I passed out happily on my couch, only to get a call from my mother saying that I needed to go to a neighbours party for a bit. Drunkenly attiring myself is no easy feat (you should see some of the outfits I come up with when I am wasted) and I headed up four flights of stairs (my building is too ghetto for a lift) to this neighbour's party. It was surprisingly un-awkward and fun and I sat down talking to a lawyer for an hour - he thinks I should give evidence in court for the Tibet protests and the mishandling of the protesters as he is representing Christina, another girl who was protesting not far away from us and got put into a head lock by the police...

Next morning, we did the CRAZY AWESOME Star Wars party. Jackass copied his WHOLE show from Spiderjan, it was really quite disgusting to watch, as Jackass' version was a less funny, less talented, watered down version of it. Dilemma, Cesca, Juicy and I all immensely enjoyed ourselves, making strange loud comments and chatting with the parents. THIS KID WAS SO FUCKING RICH, the room decorations alone cost about 500, 000 dollars and basically it was a sick display of conspicious consumption which I usually dislike so much, but the food was excellent and the people fairly friendly, so I guess I can't complain for now...

Anyway, English awaits, will speak with my faithful readers soon.

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