Thanks to everyone for all your kind words over the past two days. I really appreciate it. After taking some time to think, I realized that I needed to turn this blog, and my mood around.
It takes true talent to look this good dancing while sitting down.
There's a good possibility we were way too rowdy to be in House on Parliament.
"Uh, Court?" I said as I watched her pick them up, "they're just salt and pepper shakers."
"I know!" she said, before stuffing them into her purse. (She later defended herself by saying that her new place lacks in the seasoning department. I can kind of sympathize with that, because in Vanuatu we didn't have any pepper, and to put it bluntly, that just sucked.)
It was only last night that the sheer weight of the realization that I just might be a scenester hit me. It first started dawning on me when Katrina and I were picking our outfits for the night and she commented, "You can't wear something you've worn recently before, because it's all the same people at these things, and they'll have seen you wearing it before" and we agreed that we would have to start "saving outfits" for the nights that we "actually go out."
But what really solidified it was that not only was I headed to see Joel Madden DJ, I was on the list to see Joel Madden DJ. You know you've hit rock bottom when you're going out to see a member of Good Charlotte "spin."
So there you have it, there's the truth. I just might be a scenester. (Then again, that raises the hypothetical philosophical question along the lines of, "if a tree falls in the forest. . ." If a scenester calls themself a scenester, are they suddenly some level about or below hipsterdom? Is it the equivalent to when someone says, "I'm lying" and you're not sure whether they're a liar or not?)
Then again, I can remain confident that there is one main difference between us and the scenesters; we're not there to be seen. We're there to have a good time.
[Insert here the typical half a dozen classic pictures of Alice, Scott et al. going wild while the rest of the crowd stands and focuses on looking cool and unapproachable.]
I'm not going to lie though- Alice and I had an awesome time dancing to Rick Springfield's Jesse's Girl and Kelly Clarkson. (Even though we were definitely the only ones.)
Get Off That Thing!: The Official Game of Cool Kids Everywhere.
"Can you climb that?" I prompted Jessex. Without asking a question, she promptly ripped off her boots and starting scaling up the thimble. Once she reached the base of the thimble, she had some difficulty, but we recruited the help of some passing by guys, who also didn't ask any questions, and boosted Jessex to the top of her throne where she established a buddha like posture.
And then we went to a Chinese food restaurant that had about as much vegetarian food as the Australian east coast.
*Mark and I were discussing Court today, and how she always makes the best out of any situation, and takes it as it comes. So from now on, just going out and having a good time despite everything else will be known as pulling a Courtney.