Sunday, April 5, 2009

Well, I asked to appreciate my life more....

... and life never happens like you think! This may seem a strange comment from a tarot reader but I will explain!

Yesterday a friend of mine asked me to go out with her for a big night out - I haven't done that for a while and I thought 'Yeah, why not? Might make me appreciate my life..." and OMG it was one of the worst nights of my life sadly! You know what though - I DO ENJOY MY LIFE! and I love all the people who are in it, I love what we do, I also love me for every reason you can imagine.

Ok, maybe I should start at the start - which is always a good place to begin. Ken dropped me off at my friends house and we prettied ourselves with different outfits, make up and build out confidence and shortly we were minxing down the street - my friend exclaiming 'Oh I think they just slowed down to check us out!' at every car that drove past. On arriving at the main local shops something did not feel right in the air and instead of sticking around we decided to get on the nightrider bus that was sitting at the curbside with all lit up and welcoming. Not long after we got on the bus the driver was contacted on his radio and given warnings of riots in the area! Thirty seconds later all hell broke loose and around thirty men and women were brawling on the road - blood flying everywhere. I think my brain overloaded at what it saw and it went into snapshot mode - I remember seeing a man with at least six men on him being bashed severely - there was another man getting his head smashed into the road by another - there was a blonde haired woman screaming in a blood-curdling style. I fumbled for my mobile phone and struggled to get my lower jaw to start moving to talk to the police on the other end. Panic! I had trouble describing where I was and mentioned the suburb and the words convenience store blurted out. I gave my name and heard the sirens coming. Cars were speeding in to come and pick up some of the broken bodies on the road and others just ran - in all different directions. The police jumped out of their cars and I yelled at the nightride bus driver to please just go!

So we chugged along in this bus, the lights on us like we were lab rats in a cage, amazed at what we had just witnessed and I turned to my friend and said 'Oh it can only get better from here".... how wrong I was to assume this!

The nightride was long and slow and bumpy - so different to the nightrider! We finally did arrive at our destinations and I had been able to try and boost my mood and my friends slightly but it seemed like the bad mood crept in with every step my friend took.... by the time we got there and walked up the 10,000 steps to the entrance we were both exhausted. My eye little eyes lit up seeing all the flashing lights - I had never seen a big gaming room before and the sheer exhilerating noise invigorated the good mood in me again. My friend remained flat though and we thought that a drink or two might lift the energy - off the the bar we went.

We poked some dollars into the pokey machines and pressed a few buttons to get some noise for our payment - unfortunately my friend lost her dollars and I gained some.... and then the machines paused to calibrate because of the daylight saving time change. It was this stoppage that turned her mood from being a plain old bad mood into something different. She kept complaining that she couldn't hear me and that I wasn't answering her questions fast enough and that people were walking too close to her and they were in her way. A man coughed as he passed and she yelled out 'filthy Jap' and everyone turned to check what the commotion was about.

We went to have something to eat at the restaurant they have there - wedges and sourcream for me and the same for my friend but with spring rolls too. She complained about the price - apparently it was too high, even though it matched the menu price of what she ordered. She began telling me that there was a man who was watching her eat every mouthful and how disgusting it was because he was with his girlfriend and 'HOW would you like that if it was Ken and he was leering at every girl he could.... how damn rude' - this talk went on all dinner and she kept asking me to turn and look at him every time she put food in her mouth to see if he was looking... he didn't seem to be paying us any unusual attention... I asked her repetitively if she wanted to go home and telling her that he behaviour was out of character and she told me that she was fine and sober actually. I was really confused by the way she was acting, had never seen her that way.

Then we went and sat down at the pokies again and she was unhappy with the monitor of her machine flickering and she complained bitterly until I told her to move machines, which she did. As soon as she had fed the machine though she smelt a bad smell and she kept asking me very loudly if I thought it was the man sitting two machines down from her - he looked at as a few times but said nothing. When she made me stop what I was doing and really focus on if there was a smell I could smell something that was vaguely like burnt toast. I told her to take her money out of the machine and that we were going home!

But on the way past the 'Pink Panther' machines caught my eye and I told her I was stopping to feed some dollars in and I won $50! I was happy with that and we went and found a taxi to take us to the nearest train station where we could wait for the nightride bus. I kept thinking 'Oh this trip home has to be better than the one here. Once again my wishes did not come true!

We had to stand up nearly all the way back... it took about an hour and a half to get back too. My friend had a guy standing behind her and kept asking me 'what IS he doing?' to which I replied 'He is just holding on' over and over and over again until she stopped asking. She was telling me that he was rubbing himself on her - she actually said 'well he has his hard penis on my back!' - there was a gap between them of at least 30cms so ... once again I was perplexed. Finally we both got a seat and it became glaringly obvious that there was a young couple making fun of me - I couldn't quite get what they were saying but every time I nearly looked in their direction they laughed hysterically. They reminded me of my brother when we were growing up - I really don't like judgemental people. I did my best to look out the window and ignore them but I could still hear them saying things like '...and she has no idea that we are saying stuff about her...' - idiots!

Lucky when the nightride finally finished it was a short taxi trip home. I loved being home. I went into the mirror and looked at myself and my make up didn't look bad or anything, my hair was still in good order, as were my clothes, and I thought to myself 'I don't know what the people on the bus' problem was, there is nothing wrong with me, no actually all is right with me, I am a beautiful person, I look great, I have a wonderful partner, amazing children and we have a great house. I love me and my life'.

Shame I couldn't have come to that conclusion at home!

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