Thursday, 15 September 2011

But I don’t want to be a grown up!

The title refers to the fact that I am now completely and utterly an adult. Not one of those adults in training that can still get away with things, no, I am actually an adult. I have moved out of my parent’s house and I pay rent and bills and tax and do far too many other boring grown up things. Don’t get me wrong I like some of the perks that come with being an adult, like not having a bed time and being able to leave mess all over your house if you want to and eating whatever and whenever you like. What else can you do when you are old? Being able to buy booze is pretty fun but I will skip the nasty scary horror films that need you to be really old. I may have been on the planet for 21 years but my imagination still thinks it’s about 8 and will invent monsters to terrorise me. 

That’s not important. What is important is that last week I celebrated my 21st birthday. It was strange not having all my UK friends and family round me on my birthday. And since I have only been in the country a month almost to the day on my birthday, all my friends here haven’t been my friends for very long. Be that as it may, my birthday was a Tuesday so I had to work. But in the evening my housemates made lots of dinner and we had a few people over for a very nice meal and a few glasses of wine. Very good food, very good wine, very good company. I even got presents! I got three necklaces: one pretty with pearls, one with teal stones and one which says EPIC FAIL (aren’t my friends lovely?) I also got this very lovely little tea pot and cup set. You know, the ones where you get a cup and saucer and then the little tea pot sits on top and looks dead cute? Well it’s one of them, and I got two flavours of really nice tea, the air tight jars to keep the tea fresh in and a strainer. The full tea works as it were. I got a tea pot from my brother for my birthday last year too so maybe this will have to become a tradition? 

The following Saturday we had a night out and to mark it as a special night out we made it masquerade so everyone had to come in a mask. The evening was going well with pre-drinks and everyone looked amazing in their outfits and masks. We then went out on the town. We are still fairly new to Sydney and haven’t been to that many places but first on the list was The Argyle. Well actually first we went to somewhere I can’t remember the name of but only for 5 mins so that one of us could see some friends she knew. Right, back to the argyle. I wasn’t paying attention when lots of people went to get drinks so I ended up drinkless and in the middle of our table booth so I couldn’t get out either. Being drinkless in a bar where all there is to do is sit and drink is very boring. The place was bare aged wood with vintage chairs and booths but with modern bars and “mood lights” so it was all a little too pretentious for my tastes but no one else seemed to notice. After about an hour I got bored of that and decided if it was my birthday then I got to decide when we left. As I was sitting in the middle I stood up and ushered the people on my right to stand up and get ready to go. However, while I was doing this, a couple of smooth talkers had come and targeted the girls on my left and the girls were in no rush to leave. So half of us left and went and got into another taxi to go to Cargo Bar.

I’ve had good times at cargo bar before so I was looking forwards to it. We got in for free (hurrah for guest lists) and then started to mingle. A few more friends met us there but before long the men who didn’t know each other started to get all territorial. The last thing I needed was a testosterone fuelled strop from a bunch of guys. Well that’s what I got. some of my friends left entirely or just avoided us for the rest of the night, some got upset and the lucky few that were drunk enough not to notice had a really good time. 

After a while I decided I had had enough of that and wanted to go home. As soon as the taxi lurched its way round the first corner (as only Sydney taxis seem to know how to do) I felt ill. I’m not sure if it was the vodka jager vodka tequila shot series I had to make myself feel better or if it was the tablet I had taken for a headache before I came out or even if I was drugged that night but something was not right. I finally got home without my friends, without my dignity and without my stomach contents. Shortly after getting into the house I also realised I was without my phone. I knew I had it in the taxi with me but now it wasn’t in my bag. The taxi was gone and so was I so I just went to bed.

The following morning I felt awful. I don’t think I have ever felt this bad after a night out. This makes me lean towards the tablet/being drugged option for my gastro-pyrotechnics the night before because I know the alcohol wasn’t enough alone to make me feel this bad. I went outside and looked for my phone in case I had dropped it coming out the taxi but it wasn’t there. I spent the entire day feeling very sorry for myself and missing my phone a lot.

Monday morning I was nearly back to normal and I spent most of my lunch break at work calling every taxi company in Sydney to report my missing phone. None of them had it but said they would call me if they did. I tried calling my phone and it still rang. This gave me hope as it meant it hadn’t been stolen and sold on as then the SIM card would have been removed. Days went by and each day I hoped that someone would call me and say they had my phone but each day came and went without a call. It’s now Friday morning and I’ve all but given up hope of my phone being returned to me. I love that phone I got it for my birthday last year and it has thousands of texts and many pictures that I really don’t want to lose. 

So now I am still without internet, now without a mobile and on the opposite side of the planet from almost everyone I know. People say it’s a small world but it feels very big and lonely to me right now.