TRIVIUUUMMMM WEEEKEEENNNDDD - II - Hotels, and breakfasts contained within, are awesome.

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As we milled around the party, shaking hands and greeting people, Paula and Aidy expressed their desire to go eat something other than finger food and mass produced tortellini, so Grant, Laura, Paula, Aidy, Nathan and I headed down the road to get something a little more substantial to eat.

By this stage, with many thanks to the hotel staff and the telstra bar tab, I was a little sauced. Well, I was chatty. Chatty, affectionate, and a little sauced. I knew it was going to be a great meal when we sat down and one of the first words spoken at the table was either “Slut” or “Vag” (both embarassing Laura horribly) - but considering the company, it would’ve been a great night anyway. We weren’t too hungry so we just split a pizza.

After eating, drinking, and laughing a whole lot, we headed back to the telstra party, losing the other couples on the way. I’m fairly sure Grant offered Paula and Aidy a lift home. In any case, we got upstairs just as Simon was finishing his speech (probably the best timing ever), and we hung out with a drunken Bianca for a while.

Speaking of drunken anyones - Chris was a Total. Fucking. Mess. From the beginning of the evening, when I saw him baling up Bianca near the bar. Her face was easy enough to read - get me the fuck out of here - so I wandered over, told her I really needed to speak to her in private, and came to the rescue. She was immediately thankful and I felt like I was a fantastic contributing member of society. Later on that night, after we got back from dinner, Nathan and I were curled up on one of the couches, looking into each others eyes and whispering cute things at each other when I felt a wet.. soppy.. something on my arm. I look over and Chris is there, drunken sweaty lips on me. As if it wasn’t bad enough that his lips were there in the first place. My look of disgust was accompanied by no words, and he seemed to take this as an invitation to put his drunken, sweaty arm around me. I ignored him, continued talking to the boy, and he wandered off dejected. Later that evening, when I was talking to Nathan and Bianca some more, Chris came up and pushed a row of sloppy, disgusting kisses down my cheek and neck. I pulled away, and he did the same thing to Bianca, and then proceeded to put his arm around both of us. I was mortified. WE were mortified - to the point of me dragging her off to the bathroom so we could whine about how disgusting fat people are.

Shortly after, Sam was stealthing around the room, camera in hand, and he got a really, really cute photo of Nathan and I being adorable.

Awww.

Eventually we decided to call it a night, and after spending close to half an hour giving out hugs and saying goodbye to people, we went upstairs to our awesome executive suite and um.. made a complete mess of the place. I think we stayed up obscenely late, because after all the ..err.. making a complete mess of the place, the next thing I knew it was 9am.

Our room didn’t seem too executivey. We managed to have a nice long bath, which was awesome, but it wasn’t even a spa bath. And the bed, while very comfortable, wasn’t very big! Even so, I had a very, very good time. Buying cute new undies? A very good idea. Anyway, we headed downstairs for breakfast - a huge buffet - and they seriously had everything. Awesome bacon, awesome eggs (poached ones, and I think we’ve both developed a thing for poached eggs since then), lots of different breads and bakery goods, and.. yes. It was excellent.

Checkout time was 11, so we headed upstairs to clean out our room and get everything packed up - and that was when I realised I WAS SEEING TRIVIUM THAT DAY OH JESUS GOD ALMIGHTY CHRIST IN CRAZY I WAS TOTALLY MEETING TRIVIUM.

New Laptop!

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Should arrive monday! 

TRIVIUUUMMMM WEEEKEEENNNDDD - I - The Telstra Party.

Posted 1 year ago at 11:30 pm. 0 comments

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.