On The Town

Well last night/12am until 3am this morning, I went to 'town' for the first time. Some think it is sad that I have been 18 since August and didn't go 'til last night, but I'm not bothered. Town, especially Havelock North town, is very overrated. There are three bars young people congregate in: Loading Ramp, which is more the 21upwards age bracket, Diva Bar and Bistro, which has a tiny dance floor and crap music: Ben said the 'cougars' congregate there (older(21upwards) women looking for younger men)We spotted a few. The whole bar seems to be taken up with the bar.. I think they're focussed on fancy drinks. Last is Turks, the bar full of 18-22ish aged people, some probably underage. That was a hot sweaty crammed bar and dance floor, with Finn DJing. I, nor any human being I know, cannot stand Finn. I had four years of classes with him and his sleazy arrogance, until he left school last year. RELIEF. Bouncers are very strict! There were also police swarming through Turks, six in a row, randomly checking IDs. Thomas was checked by two policemen within five minutes. A bouncer standing near the toilets asked for my ID as well. I honestly don't understand how people get in underage, they scrutinised my REAL ID enough, asking me if I had a bank card or something to back me up. I knew this would happen, because in my ID I am 15 years old, dark dark hair boy cut hair with a very sullen face! And now I am smiling, medium brown short/medium length feminine hair with fringe and a big "Sonya smile." And the old drivers license photos are tiny. But the bouncers were also really friendly. I enjoyed myself near the end, when Ben Christensen, Shani, Emma and I danced random in a relatively spacious part of Turks. It was cool having nice Ben there, when you're surrounded by drunk guys. But at the start I was just like BROOOO SLEAZY STRANGERS! And there was. Saskia was hammered and Ben and I were trying to hold her up as she almost fell(while she resisted) and this random guy started pointing at her/himself/outside. NO. It was like guys go to 'spot the drunk girl' and take advantage. And they do. I had one drink the whole night out: You have to be careful in such situations. :) The funniest/oddest part of the whole night was when I saw Abbie outside Turks(seriously, so many KHS Year 13s in town) and she hugged me and goes "WHERES MY ID??" She hugged me and it was in her hand and then it disappeared. And she's looking everywhere and accusing young-ish girls around her of picking it up. So the whole night she's worried. Her Full License disappeared. Then.. 3.30am.. i'm changing into my pyjamas and what falls out of my bra? She had hugged me and it had obviously fallen down the back of my dress and got lodged in my bra clip! LOL. It was actually hilarious at the time. I was really relieved that I had it and not some random on the dance floor or whatever. And relieved it didn't fall out! Ten-ish of us slept at Courtneys last night: woke up today and realised I had no way of getting home (everyone had pretty much left) so Ben came and picked me up and we randomly hung at SCHOOL (yeah, so I thought we'd finished :) in the music room and watched youtube videos for a couple of hours. Saw Taylor's film which was swweet, and 21 accents ( a funny awesome video, search it) and Boxing, which is a video Bjorn and other Year 13s made last year in Media Studies of him inside a big washing machine box at school and randomly jumping as students walked past and scaring them. GREAT. Other highlights: Gerard and I dressing as reindeer at 6pm last night then dancing crazy 'til 12 at Courtney's 18th birthday. Was so much fun, and there are some awesome photos! Our leavers jerseys say KNOWLEDGE IS STENGTH. Ironic. I had a really cool phone conversation with Wilbur this afternoon mainly about religion type stuff. He also went to town last night, in Wellington, and his seventeen-year-old self got into every bar (minus one, for his shoes) without an ID. He does it by putting on a German accent and pretty much trying to intice the bouncers to let him in, by inquiring what the bar is like until the bouncers push him in saying "check it out yourself mate!" He wants me to hitch to Wellington with him this weekend, and to busk POETRY in Cuba Street. Now I call that SCARY. But I think I should do it sometime. But I think he's gonna hitch up here instead. Tomorrow is the Youth Council break-up dinner at Lonestar in Napier. :) I didn't spend a cent last night.