TRIVIUUUMMMM WEEEKEEENNNDDD - I - The Telstra Party.
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The only bad things I have to say about this weekend is sore feet and chafing. Now that’s all out of the way - HOLY JESUS TRIVIUM WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
-I-
I awoke to what was becoming normal on Friday morning - well before the alarm and head full of Trivium related thoughts - and looked at the ceiling for a while, pausing only to blink and rub my eyes sleepily.
Nathan was still sound asleep, so my cheek and nose found their normal nook in his shoulder, arm over waist and resting on hip or thigh, and I pondered what I had to pack to take with me to the hotel that night. Eventually he woke, covered me with sleepy, clumsy kisses, and we slowly got packed and dressed.
Despite a couple of things I had to take care of that afternoon after work, I could barely sit still all day. The evening was going to be fantastic - catching up with everyone again being the highlight, but the “free” ($5) booze was definitely a welcomed bonus.
After I finished my errands, I headed to the hotel. To my surprise, Kristen from primary school was there, behind the counter - we chatted for a while and then I headed up to my newly upgraded room - one of the executive suites. The first order of business (shedding my clothes and making a mess of the place) taken care of, I turned on the air conditioning and sprawled out on the bed for a while, indulging in the tiny belgian chocolate left on the bed, listening to a show about vehicular makeovers on the television and perusing the hotel paraphernalia that was strewn about the room.
I tired of it rather quickly and suddenly spotted the strategically placed and woefully stocked (No Vodka? Boo-urns) minibar. I approached it with a certain degree of awe (I haven’t stayed in many hotels since I was an official grownup) and weighed up the pros and cons of maxing out my credit card on a few shitty drinks. I decided the plan was without merit and bailed into the bathroom for a long soak in the tub.
I knew it was time to get out of the bath when I started to resemble a prune.
It seemed like as good a time as any to take advantage of the robe situation, so I put on my cute new undies, threw the robe over the top, and waited impatiently for the boy to arrive. Unfortunately, NST prevailed and he arrived a little too late to fully exploit the hotel room/lack of clothing business, so after a few hasty kisses, he put is suit on (mmm, delicious boy in suit), I donned my new dress and quoted Futurama (Not with all the bed making you’ll be doing!) and we headed downstairs to join the party.
Not two steps off the lift saw us each with a drink in hand. A big round of applause for the Holiday Inn staff for keeping their patrons drunk and happy.
As we made our way around the party, the old ladies seemed thrilled by the prospect of me settling on a singular boy for a while (I attempted to make it clear that it was “really actually going to be for a long time this time!!”) and they thought it was humorous. Nonetheless, they all thought he was adorable - with good reason - and I was on the recieving end of some excellent hugs. It was kind of fun to show him off.
II tomorrow, kids. I’m sleepy like crazy.