Greetings ring out as girls in pretty dresses, boys in shirts and ties loiter on the corner of the busy street in the onset of the warm spring night. New additions are introduced and welcomed as talk fills the small second storey of Little Italy only interrupted by the oncoming of never ending pizzas, risotto and pasta. Death glares from judgemental families are ignored, as casual breaks in small groups are taken to the small vendetta to escape from the sweltering heat. Afters at a friend’s house begin with presents, and a pre-drinks group photo sans the Asian flush. Drinks begin with a birthday girls grenade toast as everyone crowds around the table scattered with lime wedges, salt, red bull and cups. The night wears on with shots of vodka and tequila as others nurse cups of scotch, gin and south western and coke. Quiet tipsy talk ensures, as people relax on the sofas catching up, talking about things of no consequential importance. The time flies and soon the midnight hand draws to a close, the girls leaving reluctantly. One key object being left behind to tape an Oscar worthy video but that’s another story. Another night, another smaller party of a different sort, equally as fun. Introductions are made over pizza and cider, enjoying the cool breeze and acoustic guitar. Laughter rings out as hilarious stories of bathrooms and grinding are told in the most innocent shock horror manner. Comfortably crowded around the table on the outdoor veranda, everyone accepts the first tequila shot of the night before digging in to the delicious hot mess of nachos, instagram worthy from that lettuce. It’s not long before shouting and singing liven up the mood, as the talk grows louder from the alcohol. The tequila bottle is easily finished, the table now littered with discarded lime wedges. Jenga blocks and poker chips are brought out accompanied by the vodka. And equally the same, the time passes in the blink of an eye before train times determine its time to leave. Ironically, we start and finish with a party of three.
My directorial debut truly is Oscar worthy isn't it? :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks, I'm glad that at least one person won't forget about me.
coughsarcasmcough and i would never kpop twinie :)
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