Earlier this week when I was talking to Christine on the phone, she said she bought her first pair of pretty pink shoes that she wanted to wear today but she didn't want to be the only one wearing those sort of shoes just for lunch and if I could wear my high-heeled shoes. I told her no because there's no way I'm spending all day in uncomfortable shoes, only to get sore feet for the formal (for which I would have to wear nice shoes). She said she'd try to convince the others.
I didn't think much of it until today when Claud and Amelia turned up in high heels at 11:30 in the morning. (April didn't come because she had exams to study for.) Since Christine wasn't there yet (as usual), we had to go to the place without her. Amelia and Claudia said a few... uhm... words about wearing inappropriate shoes just for Christine when she wasn't even there. I tried to joke around and say that maybe she decided not to wear her new shoes at all but they didn't find it funny.
Almost an hour later, Christine did turn up in her new shoes (which I have to say didn't look as good as I expected). I felt like we were some high school clique - all wearing the same type of shoes just 'cause Christine asked. Almost like in Mean Girls. Except the mean part since I was wearing my comfy sandals and no one cared.
After lunch, when we were walking through the city, I felt like they were part of Sex and the City with their casual clothes and high heels. Oh my God, there goes my TV and movie obsession again.
Claudia left straight after lunch but Christine, Amelia and I hung around at a shopping centre for a bit longer. Christine started bitching about Ellen and Amelia said a few of "And no one believed me she was fake!". I felt kinda bad 'cause I don't dislike her as much as they do. There are a lot worse people to dislike.
At about 3pm, I rushed home to get ready. I tried to curl my hair but it was a disaster because it wouldn't stay curled so I gave up. Maybe I'll master the art of curling hair one day. Then had to make the hard decision of whether I should wear stockings and my new closed toe shoes or no stockings and my year 12 formal strappy shoes. After some deliberation I made my decision.
I was a bit worried about catching the train in my dress because I always think that people would stare at me but there was another woman who was wearing a more stare-worthy dress so no one paid attention to me.
When I was on the train, I got a call from Sophia saying that they (she, Katie and Norma) could pick me up at a closer station. I was quite happy that I wouldn't have had to change trains. Just when I got to the station where I had to get off, I got a call from Sophia telling me to hurry up because they were already there and they couldn't stop to park.
So ignoring the pain that was forming in my feet, I walked quite quickly to where they were supposed to meet me (About 10 minutes from the station which seemed a lot further when you are wearing high heels). But there was no one in sight. I called Sophia, asking where they were. I, then, hear Katie's voice telling me that they already passed where I was and were now quite far and could I catch the bus there?
I was obviously not very very happy. And I obviously let them know that. Katie said she was driving and gave the phone to Sophia who told me she'd call me back. A minute later, I get a call from Sophia telling me that they are turning around and coming to pick me up. And that they are very sorry and they didn't know what they were thinking.
Five minutes later, I get another call from them, telling me that they're lost and they don't know when they're going to be here. I offered to start walking towards their direction.
I ended up walking for another twenty minutes. All I wanted to do was snap my fingers and be at the hotel where our formal was supposed to be. However, real life is not a fairytale. It was weird how even though I felt a bit uncomfortable wearing an almost formal dress on the train but could not care less when I was walking in it through the city because I was too focused on fast-forwarding the time to when we are actually at the formal and didn't care at all what anyone on the street was thinking or if they were even looking at me.
While I was walking, I got a few calls and messages from people who were already there and wondering where I was. I didn't have the time to answer the calls or the messages because every few moments I called Sophia and asked her where they were and her answer was never what I wanted to hear (which would be "Right next to you").
Finally, we connected and I got into the car (while they were stopped at a traffic light). It was so windy my dress flew everywhere, almost flashing all the other cars. My feet hurt too much to be embarrassed. It's funny how pain can block out every bit of self-consciousness.
After they all apologised some more, Norma asked if I could drive so that Katie could change (since she was planning on coming early to decorate and was going to change later). I agreed and we changed places at the next traffic light. Everyone else was stressing so much, I had to calm them down. Being late was not the end of the world.
Everyone was calling us asking where we were. Katie got changed in the back seat which was a first for her. Sophia was at the front, trying to read a map (quite unsuccessfully). I had no idea where I was going. Norma was telling everyone to stop stressing and I told her to stop telling everyone to stop stressing because she seemed to be stressing the most. I said that it would be a funny story to tell everyone.
After a few failed attempts to find parking that didn't cost a fortune, we found a spot (that only cost half a fortune).
Katie lost a few things in the back seat while she was getting dressed. She, then, refused to get out of the car without her makeup which was silly because I wasn't even wearing any (except lip gloss). I'm sure she could've gone without.
We had to walk another fifteen minutes to the hotel. My feet were barely alive by then.
When we got there, there was no one there which was very unexpected. It turned out that everyone was outside in the courtyard. When they came inside, we told them we were there the whole time. Somehow, 95% of people didn't believe us.
The dinner was followed by lots of photo taking. Even though I brought my camera, I didn't take any because I was too lazy and thought I'd just get the photos from the other people. I regret this a bit now because I could've taken photos of specific groups of people that I wanted a photo with.
The gross girl (that I wrote about earlier) made out with her boyfriend the whole time. Another gross thing to add to her list.
We had some time for good-bye speeches that anyone who wanted to could make. Fabian couldn't resist the opportunity for so much attention. What he also couldn't resist was to mention me right at the end of his dumb speech. This of course encouraged everyone to look at me, cheer and yell inappropriate things. And there I was, thinking that Fabian got over trying to annoy me. At least I know that was his last chance ever to bring unwanted attention to me. I will never see him again. Well, other than the graduation but it's highly unlikely for him to say anything to/about me then.
That incident was a little uncomfortable but my main embarrassing moment was still to come. (Don't get too excited yet!)
After literally dragging my friends onto the dance floor because a fun night cannot possible go without dancing, I was starting to relax and enjoy the party.
Then, this guy who I've never properly spoken to for my three years of uni and who was showing off his one cool move over and over again, took my hand and pulled me into the centre of the dance floor.
I was so shocked that I couldn't dance properly. I tried to match his moves (which we can assume was learnt to impress) but I couldn't get the hang of it so I looked like an idiot in front of everyone who was dancing around us. I should've just stuck to standard club dancing and not stared at his feet the whole time, trying to copy what he was doing. That is one part of the night which I wish went better (i.e. we danced really impressively together) but it will be added to my list of 'moments I'd like to forget' and will therefore be another one of 'my moments that I will always remember'.
When I decided to stop my embarrassment and rejoin the other people who were not the centre of attention, the guy I was dancing with sort of held on to my shoulder and his hand slipped to where it was not supposed to. I'm still not sure if it was accidental because he didn't take it away fast enough. After that, I stuck to the outskirts of the dance area and stayed there till the end, chatting to my friends (who were not into dancing at all).
When the party (at the hotel) was finishing and everyone was hugging and kissing each other good-bye, I got hugged and kissed by people I've never even spoken to.
One guy, Bill, should learn to keep his saliva to himself. I felt like my cheek was brushed with a wet sponge. Sally also had that experience with him so we talked a bit about how gross it was.
The guy who I embarrassed myself with earlier gave me a hug that was a bit too long and too strong. I think he might've been drunk.
When I saw Justin coming my way, I tried to move away before he came to me but he managed to get to me. I wanted to yell at him to stop hugging people who don't want to hug you. This party was not supposed to be an excuse to get physically close to people who have never liked you. Why couldn't they (especially guys since they were doing most of the hugging and kissing) understand that? It seemed like there was a whole line of guys waiting to hug and kiss you. At one point I felt like saying (in a Queen-like sort of voice) "Who's next to have this honour?"
When I saw the drunk 30 year old who did our course hugging and kissing Sally (who was standing next to me), I moved faster than I had all night. I saw Sam and almost felt like hugging him myself because I've actually talked with him throughout my course and he wasn't as sleazy as the rest of them.
I've ended up hugging Sam a few times throughout the end of the night. I think he just forgot that we hugged already. A poor guy can get confused after so many girls! Even I lost count how many guys had 'the honour'. That number probably made up for the last few years when I didn't have any guy hugs (even if they were like the immature idiots that were in my course who'd I wouldn't want to ever hug again in the future).
I walked back to the station and waited for a train with Jason (one guy who's smart and mature enough not to hug every girl) and we had a nice appropriate conversation about our future and our years at uni. I wish there were more guys like him. Only more my type. It's easier to respect them and therefore be friends.
It's 2am already and I still have to finish packing before I leave. If I don't write in here before I go, I'll be back before Christmas with all the juicy (hopefully) details of my trip. Meanwhile, if you find you're sufferring from withdrawal symptoms because you can't live without knowing what's going on (or not going on) in my life, feel free to email me!
Thanks for reading my blog and I'll be back in a month to continue your reading pleasure :P