Monday, June 15, 2009

Not. Happy. Jan.

So I had a corker of a weekend. Something worth blogging about! Yay me.

Two groups within our building had been planning a 'friendly' soccer match. It got cancelled because of the weather, rescheduled, cancelled... you get the picture. Finally, after about a month and a half, it was game on. Most of my close friends were on the team, so of course I headed down to watch.

It was not friendly. But it was hell fun to watch. Then we headed back to work for the real fun... free beer.

Yep. FREE BEER.

How anti diet. I started on light. That lasted all of about, oh, one beer. Then I started on the heavies. Slowly people began to filter off as the night wore on. The food was eaten, and before long it was me and a friend of mine, playing pool, finishing the last of the bevvies.

We headed to the pub. More drinking ensued. He was flirty, as was I, I imagine. A few beers and I'm anyones. I have some vague recollections of meeting new people (who's names I figured out this morning), having them buy me rounds. I bitched about my (endlessly messy) roomie. I tried to convince people to go to a strip club in the cross. Which resulted in a very manly conversation about how awesome boobs were - with a girl, who was also straight. That in turn became questions about whether I was straight or not. I remember watching my mate play pool. It was cold. He disappeared, as did I about 20 minutes later. I figure I had about 12 beers under my belt.

Ew. Anti diet.

So I headed off. Trundled myself from the pub near work and headed home. I boarded my train. Only to feel instantly queasy. I tried to stay awake. In vain. I fell asleep.

I woke up wondering where the hell I was. It didn't look like any station I knew. It wasn't. I'd slept past my stop. And the eight ones after that too. Landing myself in the middle of a really, really bad part of Sydney. Fuuuccckkk.

I stumbled off the train hoping to catch one heading back in the other direction. Nobody around. I walk outside the station. There is an old guy closing up his newsagency. I ask him what platform to catch the city bound trains at. He just looks at me... no more trains this late, catch a bus.

I swear, I have never sobered up so fast in my life. There I was, bad neighborhood, drunk, cold, alone... vulnerable. Rape had gone beyond a possibility and into a liklihood.

I rang a guy friend of mine. We are (now were) really close, and he lived a suburb over. His phone rang out. I didn't know if he was asleep or screening calls. I rang back immediately. Still no response.

Shiiit. I rang another mate of mine. She'd been on the piss but I was desperate. I told her where I was, and that trains weren't running any more. She told me to wait where I was, and she was heading out the door immediately.

I sat myself at the base of the stairs, drunk, cold, alone... vulnerable.

Every 5 minutes a car would go past. Some slowed down and stared. A few yelled shit out the window. One car pulled up to wait for someone. A taxi pulled up across the road and the driver sat and stared at me. I was grateful for the waiting car. The taxi driver stared at me for what felt like a lifetime. Finally he pulled out. I texted Dee to see how long she'd be. She told me 10 minutes. She was there in 4.

I scrambled into the car, freezing and coughing my lungs up, but safe. I managed to get home at 2.30am. Dee didn't let me give her a goodbye hug. I was sick.

I spoke to the first person I'd called today. Turns out the stupid arsehole was screening my calls. Screening multiple calls from a platonic friend who never ever rang him, in the early hours of the morning. Surely that would send alarm bells ringing?

16 comments:

kimba said...

shit.
bastard.

It was 2amish.. but what the fuck.? If he heard the phone ringing he shoulda picked it up.. grrrrrrr.

I imagine you didn't find yourself in edgecliff did you?

Ben said...

Time to smack some skulls.

I don't know who i would call in that situation... prob my mum

xl said...

I'm glad Dee was there for you.

Moi said...

Welcome back Phish! Hope your dad is getting better, and hope the douchebag who screened your phone calls finds himself out in the freakin cold one night...

Kitty said...

you should have called fingers. he would have zipped straight over on his veeeeshpa.

MissE said...

He screened your calls?
And you never call him?

TOOL! ARSE!

Thank god for Dee.
I'm glad you got home safe.

Sending you big hugs.

The Mutant said...

Wow, you really don't do the crazy adventure thing by halves do you?

First of all I'd smack upside the head for being me. How dare you put yourself in such a crazy situation - that's my job.

I'm highly relieved you are okay though. I hope you've learnt from this little fiasco not to get utterly blotto unless you have another irresponsible adult with you who can point and laugh at your drunken arse!

Lad Litter said...

I've had similar happen to me and the naked city can be pretty frighteneing. Congrats on having a friend as good as Dee.

Cazzie!!! said...

Turd burger, shit, I'd come getcha from Melbourne, but it might take me a bit longer than 4 mins. You better buy your friend a drink..I mean, a coffee for picking you up, she rocks!
Great to see you here again, I check often girl :)

Fusion said...

Glad you made it home in one piece, and I hope karma kicks your former friend in the nuts very soon for doing that to you... multiple times...

Ms Smack said...

wow, that's a bullet you've dodged mate.

Did you tell your friend that you'd only called in an emergency?

Might be reason enough to delete his number if you ask me!!

I'm glad you made it home safe. Even a taxi driver isn't a safe option sometimes....

I'm thinking about starting up a business with ONLY FEMALE DRIVERS!

We'd make a fortune :)

xx

Maggie said...

I'm so glad you're okay and nothing dire happened.

And what a fucking arsehole to screen. Bastard.

*~Dani~* said...

Okay, that guy? Fired as a friend. WTF? I would be concerned if someone I don't talk to regularly called in the middle of the night, especially twice! As for Dee? She is now elevated to bestest friend ever. Glad she got you home safe and sound!

sparsely kate said...

Shit girl - sorry it's taken me so long to catch up on your post! That would be terrifying.

That male friend is a jerk. Friends don't screen other friend's calls. I'm glad you are safe. x

miss diarist said...

Sigh. He makes me sigh and shake my head. Glad you got home safe.

fingers said...

i love how everyone is ragging this poor guy for screening the calls but no one is giving you crap for getting so rotten you don't even know where you are.
glad you got home safely, phish...