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Saturday, November 29
The Before
12:30: Juicebox and I are let off Work Experience early. We grab the train to the main shopping district in the city
12:45: We arrive at David Jones in the city. We stall around the makeup booths, deciding which lucky brand would get to be worn by us
1:00: Armani for eyes. We work hard on making our eyes look symmetrical, while shooing away assistants harassing us to let them help us.
1:15: We duck away from the Armani counter while no one's looking, in case they ask us to buy something. We arrive at the Dior counter for our lipstick. I made the mistake of asking the assistant for the right colour. She buzzed around us like some annoying fly, then almost demanded that we buy the lipsticks we tried.
1:30: Juicebox and I get the hell out of David Jones in fear of chasey assistants. We head over to Myer where we smell perfume until our noses start dysfunctioning.
2:00: We catch the train back to Jenny Nguyen's house. This is wear I lose track of time.
At Jenny N's house:
It was complete mayhem.
When Juicebox's dad arrived to pick us up, half of Sophie's hair was still straight, I was frantically sewing Jenny N's dress so that it'd fit her, and Juicebox was was desperately sticking double sided tape on every interior surface of her dress.
Sewing my hairpiece
In the car:
We give ourselves 40 minutes to get there. By the time 7pm rolls around, we realise that we are going to be late, but promise ourselves not to miss the entree.
As 7:30 comes, we bid our entree farewell.
At 7:40, we burst into argument about everything from smart limos speeding up the bus lane, to using maps to hop out of the car and walk there.
We arrive at 7:55 and run the last block.
The During
We enter
Anyway, the rest of the night turned up very quickly. We ate our delicious vegetarian meals with vigour (until we bloated. That was when I started passing my rice around the table for other people to eat), and danced the night away.
Jenny and her drink: Orange Juice, Lemonade + Coke
Partaying 'til the AM:
Moi, Sophie and Juicebox
Cutie pies, Aimee and Van
The People Train. There were many throughout the night. I specifically remember joining 4 of them, but there may have been more. My mind is a bit fuzzy at the moment. That's what loud music and dim lights do to my brain.
Before the night ended, Juicebox set up a goal for us: to take as many pictures with as many people as possible. And so we did:
With Van
Amanda, Me, Juicebox
Juicebox, Shirley, Moi
Us & Cynthia
Juicebox, Jenny N, Nazan, Susan & Me
Us & John
Me, Van, Khai + Juicebox
Us & Matt
Us & David
Us & Another David
Van, Me, Jeffrey + Juicebox
Us, Sophie and Franchesca
Van, Jenny, Gary, and the Side of My Head
But then, my aim started getting a bit off, especially with the tall guys:
With Anthony
Bradley's Chin
Elic's Chin
Michael's Chin
Sameer's Chin
Daniel's Chin (I think)
You know what amazes me?! The fact that I can recognise all these people by their chins. It can be my new talent or something. If there was a gameshow called Guess Them By Their Chin!, I could totally win.
Anyway, I'm off to bed again. I woke up this morning looking like a raccoon (from the eyebags and the smeared eye makeup that I wasn't bothered to wash off last night) and limping (from dancing for 2 hours straight last night, on 10cm stilettos). Then I need to shower again (properly this time, I don't think I finished washing all the sweat from last night off yet. It was so hot and packed on the dancefloor, and I kept sweating and sweating in places I didn't even know I could sweat).
P.S. Notice that this is our 100th post? Yep, check the archives if you must. We have reached our first milestone. Hurrah!