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Fridays are fantastic- there's no disputing that. But today was particularly fun because Mr Smart Abs along with Juy Pee and Jathon graduated on Wednesday and we all went out for drinks and food after work (well actually, Juy Pee and Jathon didn't come, and Abs and his mate came, but it was for all of them making it through uni, so I trust they were there in spirit).
Anyway, the night started off at World Square Bar where Miss DB and I squashed both our arses onto the one seat as we courageously ignored the chair shortage and convinced each other that our bums were both very comfortable and yes, we were fine thanks; and no our bums were not splitting exactly in half.
Thankfully, Mr Funky Glasses came to the rescue- how chivalrous, we proclaimed, as he read our bum's minds and brandished an extra chair from the depths of the pulsing crowd. We sang our thanks and flopped into our respective chairs- relief.
The conversation turned odd as people became tipsy, but enough drink was enough and we scooted our hineys down the road, across the street and around the corner to China Town. Miss Tiny had been trying her absolute hardest to convince everyone that wedges and steak were the way to go, but when our stomachs hit the streets, they guided us to the dumpling house in China Town. We ate, laughed, talked, shouted over one another, misheard, sang bits of songs that popped into our minds and made actions to accompany the songs. As our bellies grew full and the clock hit 9ish, Miss DB and I decided to brave the China Town stalls:
Some stall down here sells pretend Tiffany stuff for 5 bucks! I shouted, pulling Miss DB along and persuading her to get one with me. Just for the fun of it.
Anyway, the night started off at World Square Bar where Miss DB and I squashed both our arses onto the one seat as we courageously ignored the chair shortage and convinced each other that our bums were both very comfortable and yes, we were fine thanks; and no our bums were not splitting exactly in half.
Thankfully, Mr Funky Glasses came to the rescue- how chivalrous, we proclaimed, as he read our bum's minds and brandished an extra chair from the depths of the pulsing crowd. We sang our thanks and flopped into our respective chairs- relief.
The conversation turned odd as people became tipsy, but enough drink was enough and we scooted our hineys down the road, across the street and around the corner to China Town. Miss Tiny had been trying her absolute hardest to convince everyone that wedges and steak were the way to go, but when our stomachs hit the streets, they guided us to the dumpling house in China Town. We ate, laughed, talked, shouted over one another, misheard, sang bits of songs that popped into our minds and made actions to accompany the songs. As our bellies grew full and the clock hit 9ish, Miss DB and I decided to brave the China Town stalls:
Some stall down here sells pretend Tiffany stuff for 5 bucks! I shouted, pulling Miss DB along and persuading her to get one with me. Just for the fun of it.
Okay! she agreed, clutching on for dear life, because only everyone knows how dreadful our combined sense of direction is-- and if we're gonna get lost, we're gonna do it together.
We struggled through the crowd and stuck our heads into one stall to the next. Finally:
How much are these? Miss DB yelped
Yeah, how much? I echoed
$28 was the reply.
We grabbed at all the different pendants and necklaces and pulled out our awesome negotiating skills:
Nah, how about 2 for $40
Stonewalled down. Absolutely not, said the street vendor.
We put on our "Well it's no loss to us" polker faces and shimmied on out of there to the next stall:
There's gonna be another one, I know it! I declared.
We weaved in and out amongst the crowd, chattered on about uni and walked some more. Just as our enthusiasm was starting to wane, there it was, another stall right at the end of the laneway:
How much is this? Miss DB queried, slightly more subdued because it was probably going to be nowhere near the $5 I had promised.
$15 and $12
Whee! Way cheaper than the one with the stonewalling girl! Miss DB and I pored over the pendants, charm bracelets and necklaces with our non-expert eyes and chose the ones we liked best.
Then we walked to Central Station a little rowdy and high on our new purchases and went our separate ways.
What an awesome night. The coolest work mates anyone could ask for, new accessories and great food all against the backdrop of the bustling, colourful and impulsively fun vibe that China Town always brings.
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