A Mixed bag.

Last Friday just past my first job held its Christmas party on Brunswick Street. I'd heard all these rumours that it was a gaybar and that we were going to have vegetarian nibblies as well as it being a pay your own drinks thing. Hmmz. I walked in with more than a little trepidation cos I got so much shit about it from my blokey bloke friends. On seeing the vegetarian platters, I thanked the lucky stars that I ate a footlong sub before coming. I have been spoilt by my other function/catering job and for the past 9 weeks I've been eating the good stuff. I had a nervous moment when I was chatted up by the DJ. Some guy sitting at the bar by himself, probably mid 30's with a bit of muscle and immaculately groomed eyebrows and moisturised/pasteurised/homogenised face. Usually I'm fairly relaxed but for some reason I got a bit paranoid that night- I regressed.

The guy told me that he loved illy coffee and also aztec... yikes. I'm sorry but I have never had a great experience with illy. So any person who tries to chat me up saying they like Illy gets an immediate X against their name! Another one of those silly moments was that I saw these two guys standing at the bar and they were kinda oriented towards these two hot girls sitting by the window. They caught me checking the girls out as I walked past and when I sat down I told my friend that those guys were going to chat the girls up. Nope- totally off. They walked past the girls, hand in hand, out the door. So it wasn't the girls they were looking at hmmmmmz :P
Afterwards we split up to go to the next place and in my group there is a petite girl called Emma and at the age of 22 she can pass for anything from 12-16. We go through the crowd and she's getting looks from absolutely everyone because they think that she's a stacked preteen trying to go clubbing. I have never seen someone garner so much controversy hehe. Anyway, we ended up at a slightly pretentious meat market stocked with your garden variety Paris Hilton slutclones interspersed with a few very visible surfer boys with no fashion sense. Everyone was sussing each other out, jumping into some random stereotype and trying hard to make me dislike that whole scene even more. But it was really funny to watch in any case- if only I wasn't so tired :(

So anyway, I walked back home along brunswick street- a good 20minute walk back home just by myself cos I was tanking so early... and today, I find in the paper that someone got beaten to death on that same street on that very night. Lovely.. that coulda been me.