Thursday #61 – I set my alarm just that little bit early
today to ensure I’d have time to shower, eat and choose an appropriate outfit
before heading off to work. With the
shower out of the way I made myself a smoothie (there’s a first time for everything)
and decided on an ensemble that would easily take me from work and out to the
city later. My smoothie was surprisingly
good and I headed off to work excited for my early mark and DTM’s “surprise”
that afternoon.
The Former Non-Drinker just so happened to be turning the
big two five this Thursday, so my work day was interrupted with some sausage
rolls (and a similar spinach and cheese version of sausage rolls) and a super
rich chocolate cake. A very welcome morning
tea indeed. When lunch time rolled
around half an hour later I wasn’t remotely hungry but knew that a night out
with DTM rarely involved dinner so forced myself to eat half a beef wrap and
saved the rest for later.
Just before 4 I raced out the door to try and make my bus to
the city to meet DTM. Having finally got
my official uni results, he’d planned to take me out to celebrate. I’m told we weren’t just celebrating my new
title but also Easter, Christmas, my birthday, Hanukkah, our anniversary and
any other possible event that could warrant him taking me out – we certainly
wouldn’t want to have to go out twice. He’d
attempted to make his plans a surprise but after casually asking what I was doing
on Thursday night while he was reading an article on the ARIA awards in the
paper, I was able to put two and two together and told him I was going to the
ARIAs. He was amazed by my psychic
abilities and I gave him permission to still buy me a ticket and pretend like
it was a huge surprise.
When we met up at the entertainment centre we were
surrounded by teenage girls dressed in stupidly high heels, ridiculous amounts
of make-up and outfits that were both worthy of a school formal and at the same
time super inappropriate – I’m not sure there’s ever an appropriate time for
sequinned shorts so short half your butt cheek is hanging out. We wondered if they realised they weren’t
actually up for any awards and that the location of their seats pretty much
guaranteed they wouldn’t be on TV, I kinda felt sad that they’d dressed like it
was their big night…and they were just gonna be sitting in the back of a huge
arena eating popcorn and drinking overpriced Bacardi Breezers. That said I was more than happy to take my
seat at the back, in my jeans, with the $9 Smirnoff DTM had bought me, and
watch all the action unfold down below.
Aside from some technical difficulties it was a good night,
which if nothing else brought home the fact that I am not very familiar with Australian
music. The first sign came when I referred
to 360 as a band and later found it was apparently just one man. I am still unsure about his win for
breakthrough artist as the bio they read out as part of his nomination for
album of the year, clearly stated his debut album was released in 2008 and then
bla bla bla he almost died and now he’s back.
That’s not really a breakthrough; more of a comeback methinks…I guess
they weren’t counting on having a doctor in the crowd of musos who would
actually pay attention to these things.
Russell Brand kept us amused and I finally maybe sorta caught a glimpse
of what Katy Perry had seen in him…I can’t say I find him remotely attractive
but he does make me chuckle.
My ears are still ringing a day later after Taylor Swift
took to the stage in front of the crowd of screaming teenage girls. I’m still not quite sure if they screamed
louder for Taylor’s performance or for One Direction’s win of the “International
Award” (whatever the hell that may be) which they accepted in a pre-recorded
video…all I know is they certainly didn’t scream that loud for any of the local
talent – which is perhaps a little ironic given we were meant to be there
celebrating Australian music. Oops.
After the awards (which sadly I didn’t win), we snuck into Cold
Rock ahead of the crowds and emptied our wallets out to just afford an ice cream
each. I opted for white chocolate and
Ferraro ice cream with Tim Tams mashed in…DTM got some strange mixture of
things that sound like they should be cooked not served frozen in a cup – cake batter,
cookie dough and a couple of other oddities.
We then made our way to the bus stop and hopped on the 10.30 bus with a
rather drunken New Zealander who had remembered his hard hat but somehow
forgotten to wear a shirt or zip up his fly.
His attempts to hit on the poor Japanese girl on the bus were kinda
inspirational but I think most of the passengers were relieved when he finally
fell asleep. Well, all except for the
girl next to him who seemed legitimately terrified at the prospect of him
falling asleep on her.
Back at DTM’s we watched some of The Unbelievable Truth before heading off to bed. It was a very nice Thursday and as much as I appreciated
DTM taking me out to the ARIAs – it did not go unnoticed that he had once again
gotten himself out of a promise to take me out to dinner. I’m starting to think he’s never going to
feed me! Next Thursday certainly has a
lot to live up to!
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