After getting dropped off at Hinchinbrook T-way station by mum and just missing the bus I was meant to take, I stood around waiting for the next one. I think it's amazing that I looked up the bus times and found that it came at 6 45 or so, and, despite being the T-way station being a one-and-a-half minute drive from my house, I still managed to miss the dumb bus. After almost getting hit by Parramatta-to-Liverpool buses three times, my bus finally arrived. Upon arriving at Bonnyrigg, where Stephen was awaiting the bus, we were told we had to change buses to the one sitting in front of us, so we popped on, Stephen not having to pay for a ticket.
On the bus, we discussed stately affairs such as the venue for the Year 12 Formal, and decided upon Patrick's house, so we set up plans for seating, and entertainment for the night. We don't want to give too much away just now coz we'd like it to be a surprise, but just to get you guys excited, it includes the 100-rough people attending getting in queues for their very own choice between Guitar Hero, engaging in an intense game of a-bit-less-than-half-court basketball, floating awkwardly in inflatable ducks in Patrick's pool, or the ever-popular option of Foozball.
After texting Patrick some details of our plans, we stepped off the bus at Parramatta T-way station, where we spent some time spreading our new subculture of Cute Lads, or Sissy Lads if you prefer, by shanking people adorably, graffing up some walls, and eshing up on some cute weeds. We didn't. After I struggled to read the map, Stephen revealed that IRL maps aren't the same as WoW maps, and that that was the reason why I was having so much difficulty, so Stephen took the lead with his map-reading capabilities and before we knew it we arrived at the Mars Hill Cafe.
I'm serious, I couldn't read this linear piece of shit.
Confused as to whether or not we should actually enter the cafe, we stood around awkwardly outside sipping orange juice and water, debating whether or not to get food first from a restaurant. After spotting a sign on the inside of the cafe that said 'More seating upstairs,' we made our way inside and awkwarded our way upstairs.
Upon entering the room everyone turned around and stared at us, as you would when people enter rooms, which I really wish people wouldn't do. Stephen handed me his bottle of water and pointed out Lucy near the stage, before heading back downstairs to splurge some piss in a toilet. After about eight seconds Lucy looked up, looked at me, and looked back down, coz she didn't recognize me, then took a double-take and walked up to greet me. I told her Stephen was urinating downstairs and she replied that it was nice of us to come. After a bit Stephen came back and we just stood around talking about what songs she was going to do and other band-related things. I filmed the entire set as a single half hour video, as opposed to breaking it up song-by-song.
A high quality photo.
After realising that we had just walked past every single one of them, we decided on the place opposite Oportos and Stephen and I shared a romantic pizza dinner at an expensive Italian restaurant, where we ate the pizza with knives and forks. We ordered a nice woodfired BBQ Meat Lover. After realising we would have to give a tip when we finished eating (because, after all, we were eating at an expensive restaurant), we told the waiter to shut up. When we finished we were given the bill in a strange black leather book, which I'm assuming is how bills are given in expensive restaurants. We decided to wing it and walk up to the counter, and handed the black leather booklet thing to the guy at the counter, who took it and walked away without looking if there was anything inside.
Upon leaving we realised we were both still hungry, so we headed across the road to Oportos, where we ordered food, took many Bacon and Egg Rappa Only $1.98 Handouts, and I went to the toilet. As we ate, we discussed things like chicken. After we finished eating, we began walking back towards Westfields, where we were getting picked up. We stopped on the way because Stephen was STILL hungry and bought himself a $1 donut from 7-11 while I looked at straws. The cool guy at the counter asked Stephen if he wanted a pineapple donut, to which Stephen replies No, to which the counter guy responds by giving us a free pineapple donut. After that, we continued on our path to Westfields, when we were suddenly gripped by a fear that we would get mugged. It didn't help that we heard some assholes on another street screaming. THEN WE MADE IT TO STEPHENS MUMS CAR AND WENT HOME, THE END.
