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So...tonight.
Tonight I was supposed to go to a charity fundraiser function at Crown Casino (AKA HELL) that my friend Lauren is holding. I volunteered to help out as well, and she asked me to go pick up the balloons that were donated at some place on Canterbury Road in Bayswater. Fine, easy. I did that, but they had LOST the order and had no contact number so they had to have me ring Lauren and then there was drama about no weights and the store was closing haidhisaosf anyway, a half an hour later I finally left with 50 balloons in my car. Not an easy fit, mind you.
I went into the city and arrived at the casino. I looked EVERYWHERE for feckin' parking and finally found a place. Called Lauren and she had her dad come find me because I had NO IDEA WHERE I WAS! He eventually did (By yelling out MARCO! in the carpark! Her dad is AWESOME) and I delivered the balloons.
NOW. Now comes the wtfuckery. I gave Lewi my debit card last night to rent movies and he forgot to give it back to me. Since parking was free because I was helping at the venue, and the balloons took so long, I decided to drive to meet Lewi to get my card back because walking would have taken too long and he was waiting to go to a concert. I took the wrong exit out of the carpark. I ended up on the wrong road. And another one and another one. I finally pulled over to the side in St Kilda to message Lewi that I wasn't coming and look at my Melways so I could figure out where I was and I think I ALMOST PICKED UP A PROSTITUTE! I saw movement and I looked up and this woman was reaching for the door handle. HOLY SHIT! I thought I was being mugged because I didn't even think 'you are in Saint Kilda'. I panicked and stepped on the gas pedal for a second, jumping forward and I swear she jumped three feet in the air. Poor woman!
Anyway, needless to say, after that I was like "FUCK IT" and I drove home. Once I got unlost, that is. Casino was too crowded and I didn't have any money anyway. *sigh*
Only me is right.
Tonight I was supposed to go to a charity fundraiser function at Crown Casino (AKA HELL) that my friend Lauren is holding. I volunteered to help out as well, and she asked me to go pick up the balloons that were donated at some place on Canterbury Road in Bayswater. Fine, easy. I did that, but they had LOST the order and had no contact number so they had to have me ring Lauren and then there was drama about no weights and the store was closing haidhisaosf anyway, a half an hour later I finally left with 50 balloons in my car. Not an easy fit, mind you.
I went into the city and arrived at the casino. I looked EVERYWHERE for feckin' parking and finally found a place. Called Lauren and she had her dad come find me because I had NO IDEA WHERE I WAS! He eventually did (By yelling out MARCO! in the carpark! Her dad is AWESOME) and I delivered the balloons.
NOW. Now comes the wtfuckery. I gave Lewi my debit card last night to rent movies and he forgot to give it back to me. Since parking was free because I was helping at the venue, and the balloons took so long, I decided to drive to meet Lewi to get my card back because walking would have taken too long and he was waiting to go to a concert. I took the wrong exit out of the carpark. I ended up on the wrong road. And another one and another one. I finally pulled over to the side in St Kilda to message Lewi that I wasn't coming and look at my Melways so I could figure out where I was and I think I ALMOST PICKED UP A PROSTITUTE! I saw movement and I looked up and this woman was reaching for the door handle. HOLY SHIT! I thought I was being mugged because I didn't even think 'you are in Saint Kilda'. I panicked and stepped on the gas pedal for a second, jumping forward and I swear she jumped three feet in the air. Poor woman!
Anyway, needless to say, after that I was like "FUCK IT" and I drove home. Once I got unlost, that is. Casino was too crowded and I didn't have any money anyway. *sigh*
Only me is right.
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The casino is evil. I refuse to go there (not becuase of the gambling, it's the crowds and the atmosphere and the parking and... eeew)
You did way better than I would've. Re-written for 'me' script would've involved panicking at baloon lateness, hyperventalating in the car park, several ranty phonecalls, palpitations at taking the wrong exit, crying while driving, and then pulling over and possibly blubbing into the scary hookers bosom...
And hookers, gee, keen! I mean, does 'looking at your melways' these days mean some kind of code for what lewd sexual act you would like to perform?
No, really, I'm curious...
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I did panic at balloon lateness but I managed to be civil to the balloon people and there wasn't hyperventilating, but I DID cry while I was driving. I also screamed (so loudly it hurt my throat) and yelled and cried some more because I HATE BEING LOST! I am so rarely lost because I have a good sense of direction, but that damn casino carpark bested me and I will NEVER FORGIVE IT! Mean :( When I took the wrong exit I was yelling "BOLLOCKS BOLLOCKS BOLLOCKS OH FUCKING BOLLOCKS!" and for a second I thought I was on a tollroad which I swear gave me a mini heart attack because I don't have a pass thing and breaking the rules scares me to DEATH and not having a pass is stealing. But then I was wrong about that so there's one yay!!
Ahahhahaa...really no ;) I hate it when I'm hit on by ANYONE (once, a boy I liked asked me to prom and I yelled WHY?!?!??! so loudly that all his friends heard, poor guy) so nononononono.
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:|
Chances are, she managed to find someone else...
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Casinos are weird. How can someplace that rich be so tacky? I went the other day, for the wine festivl wine, and that was okay because there were hardly any people there and the wine was nummy, but yeah, if it had been crowded, yik yik yik.
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I know, right? And there were security guards everywhere. The event Lauren was running looking incredible, she did an amazing job. I just hate the place as a whole. It feels like a den of sin, oddly enough. And not the good kind... Though I did buy a Krispy Kreme doughnut there. Mmmmmmmsinnnnnn.