Melbourne Party

I got back at some ridiculous hour yesterday. Practically missed my flight as well since the Vixen and her friend Miles were trying so hard to change my flight date. *grins* Bless them. And to think they almost succeeded as well. They shook my foundation of organization as well as my world of planned out appointments - what a scary thought! :P To be honest, I miss the Vixen already. It was such a blast. 6 days wasn't long enough and I was more than tempted to stay longer. It's a good thing I didn't since I'd pretty much run out of clean clothes. If I spent any more $$, my parents might start murdering me...

I can't believe how much I drank in Melbourne. We were partying every single night. I don't think there was one night that we didn't spend in a bar or club. In a way, it's a good thing I'm back since it's definitely detox time. The first night I was there, Vixen and I were plastered! If it was any worse, we might have had to have our stomach pumped. She took me to a gay club where we were running around without our tops. Thank the Goddesses that I was wearing nice lingerie!! Vixen lost her top somewhere in the middle of the night which was a pity since it was a lovely top but the must amusing part of that night happened when we ran into 7Eleven on Brunswick St and practically headbutted people who were in our way of buying a loaf of bread. It was so embarassing when we returned to that same store on Sunday afternoon and the man behind the counter recognized us. Thankfully, he didn't say anything but that smirk was sufficient to say: I saw you that night... Somewhere in the midst of all this blur of drinking and clubbing on Friday, we met some Alaskan idiot who followed us all the way to the gay bar! He thought he'd be able to charm both Vixen and myself for himself - what an a**! LOL Some men just don't understand that just because we are comfortable with being friendly with other women doesn't mean that we're willing to share men. I'm an only child - I never share! *smirk*

I can't remember much of Saturday night. We were in an exclusive wine bar called The Supper Club which was lovely. I really enjoyed that one and then the rest of the night pretty much blended into one another. We met two of Vixen's friends who were very very nice; one whom I sort of miss but realistically *shrugs* it's not happening. Pity since he was absolutely adorable. It might actually have worked. Oh well - Foz found the entire situation funny. Apparently, I've been told that that's what best friends are for.

Sunday saw my first hangover. I actually wanted to die and remembered proclaiming it several times over. This was the night I also met one of Ben's parents when we went over to his place. I freaked! Well, inwardly of course but still! I totally missed it when he said I might meet his brother and sister. Must have been much more overwhelmed by the alcohol effects from the last two nights. The next day when I related the entire experience to Vixen, she smiled and slyly said: I should have warned you that most people here live with their parents until they're 25 or something. There was really nothing to do but nod my head in agreement after that one - the evil child. She was far too amused at my situation. I got her back by making her go to an RnB club though. :p Although, she actually had a lot of fun that night.

I met up with the Siaws as well. Wendy was two beautiful children whom I absolutely adore. It was lovely to see old family friends again and Uncle and Auntie Siaw totally spoiled me. Sometimes I love having family all over the globe. Nothing beats that!