| Stir-Fry, Fire Engines, Towers, Newtown, Sleeping With My Son, Opposites, Amyl |
[Jul. 24th, 2005|06:06 pm] |
| [ | god i feel |
| |  scattered but loved | ] |
| [ | in my ears is |
| | the sounds of stanley street | ] |
An Unfortunate series of events, which are also slightly hilarious.
On Thursday night Mister Adam ame over to my house for dinner and talking and possibly fnatastic sex, although with my tongue ring in I had to be careful what actually went on (more about this later). I made a nice vegetarian meal and even had desrt ready sitting in the oven for when Mister Adam and I had digested our stir fry. Whiel digesting, we decided it would be a good idea to go and sit on the flat roof on top of the cafe two houses down from us, and so we climbed across the slanty roof used by me and Dee and Romy and Tessi on a number of occasions.
Adam, unfortunately for all involved is not the most athletic person in the world, and also is afraid of heights, so he had a little trouble getting across. This was not so bad, what was bad was that he then had trouble getting back. A lot of trouble. In fact he couldn't do it at all. The roof had covered in condenation and he was afraid to fall of the sloping roof down the 2 storey drop onto corugated perspex. After a great deal of cajoling I finally got him to slide a litle bit across, telling him it would be easier without shoes (I thought it would be anyway). The end result of this was him faling so his legs were dangling off the edge of the roof and had been cut open on the gutter which we had used to stop him falling into serious injury. I was holding onto his arm and at this point we knew that we were going to fall, together, a 2 storey drop onto corrugated perspex, and we were preparing for the worst.
Though that never came, instead I managed to scramble away and a good deal later Adam managed to make it back to the soide of the roof my house is NOT on. ONce there we rang friends and family to ask them what to do, no-one had any ideas we hadnt tried already so we took the next step.
We called the fire brigade, who took an hour and a half to rescue us from bring stuck on a roof, and took us into the safe loving arms of a Constable, a Senior Constable and two plain clothes detectives.
Hooray, I said, as they forced entry to our apartment and got our ID to give us an official warning about tresspassing and inform us of the bill that would be sent to my house for calling out a fire truck.
Adam and Dee thought it was hilarious that she should walk home to 4 policemen in the house. I was not so amused. IN fact I was in tears. What a night.
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The next day, I went to Mister Adam's house and Castle Towers and hung out outside a shopping centre in a very American teen kinda way. Saw Matthew Martusevic (spelling). Oh yes, I was indeed so very cool as I made fun of other people in order to heighten my own social standing. It was firggin cold. I went to Emma's house with Adam. Saw Chloe.
Met Adam's mum again, who I made an ididot of last time I met her by telling her that ehr son was gay (I didnt know she was his mum, she was just in a conversation I was having about Adam) and that I thought he was fucking hot. (Which he is). So now, I rock up to her house WITH Adam and she must be suspicious. She invites me to her 50th Birthday party the next night (wtf). I go because Adam woulod like me to go and I have no other plans because I cannot get hold of Kirsten anyhow.
Went to newtown the next day, caught up with Onnie and Joseph which was nice. I miss those crazy cats.
Then back to Winston Hills for a 50th party where I knew no-one. Luckily Diane and Emma were there. Hoorah. ANd of course Adam and Kitty, but eventually I found a niche in the party and was going along fine until I was leaving to go into the city with Adam and Paul and Adam's mum Faye gave me the
"I know you are sleeping with my son, but I am not yet ready to pass judgement on whether I accept that or not"
And then made a remark about not letting Adam get my cold.
Yes, she knows.
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Then we went to my house and the Cross, was a waste of time going to the cross, ended up at Stonewall anyway where Adamw as off his chops and I had the worst peak I have ever had.
The came home and had amyl. Amyl is awesome. Fucking awesome, it is like sex in a bottle.
Hoorah, and is legal also.
As a room odourizer. :P
Then went to bed
Got up, kissed Adam.
Fell a little bit more in love with the boy.
)))
He's so different from me.
He was wearing a Marilyn Masnon shirt over a fishnet shirt, and pants with chains, and too much eyeliner.
I was wearing a nice shirt, clean jeans with no motif and a Lonsdale jacket.
But fuck we look good together :P
At Stonewall we were a hot Stonewall couple.
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