The Big Come Down
Jul. 31st, 2003 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenWell, last night didn't go as well as I planned, but seeing as I'd really only planned to go and grab a beer or two while seeing Amy, I didn't entirely fail. Well, not entirely.
First of all, I was surprised and elated to get a call from Carrie on her brand new cellphone, Wayne. With our combined powers, we are Captain Planet! Er, I mean, BRUCE WAYNE! I walked all the way up to PA's where I had agreed to meet Andrew and his footy mates, and it turned out that Carrie's call, while excellent on its own, was even better because it helped me be later. I planned to be late, hope Andrew would find Amy inside and then she could have time to convince him she's much more interested in him than I am.
I felt like a shit when I ran into Amy and she said she'd been there half an hour on her own, no sign of our footy friends. We chatted up a fellow named Jason, who introduced me to lemon, lime, and bitters, which he promptly told me (after I said I liked it) that it was an old lady's drink and had zero alcohol in it. Oh well. Amy and I did a few shouts with him, using up the last of my cash at present, and then we talked to some of her Ridley folk.
Met Dave, Lachlan, and cute boy with long hair whose name I can't remember. Amy and I dragged Dave out to dance, and Jason pulled Amy away, which was basically the last I saw of her. Oh, and somewhere before all this, I got a message from Andrew saying they *were* there, and where was I? So, I said dancing, and was told we'd all meet up after he sorted out something between the "mates." I quickly wearied of dancing once the band, who were rather fun, was replaced by a DJ. The problem with DJs is they play shitty hip-hop/pop I don't know--I could have danced all night to the band's covers of Blur's "Song #2," Blink 182, Violent Femmes, etc, but the DJ comes on, plays "Jump Around" then that's the last one I recognized.
At that point, there were more people than should have been inside, and it was crowded to all hell. People spill beer around here and it just doesn't get cleaned up ever. So the floor was slick with it (which actually helps with dancing, believe it or not), people drink it out on the dance floor (which is why you smell of it regardless of your drinking habits), and it just reeked in general. I had to leave before claustrophobia killed me or made me vomit. Shortly after reaching home, Andrew apologizes for not running into me (because I messaged him and Amy to say I wasn't feeling well and had to get up "early" tomorrow--ie. 9 am), and I give a vague message back about running into him later would be fine. Amy at least managed to score name of the guy and number too that she'd been admiring across the bar, so that was where she went, so she wasn't mad about not leaving together or anything.
Well, today I got up early to come hand out flyers for the free posters--just thought it would be a good way to decorate here for free--and am told that he already got people and I could come back at noon. No doing. Plus, was thinking of going to CHAS, but eh, it's just a planning session for their events. I just want to attend some events, not sit around doing introductions for the umpteenth time. Sci-fi meets tomorrow, so that will have to do.
So, I'm left feeling incredibly homesick, now. I'm all excited about seeing Carrie soon, and spending as much time as she can sacrifice from her friends doing fun stuff. It's just sunk in that I can't really just go home and find friends or just cross the street to the other dorms to find people. A good group of the sci-fi people commute in from *home* and I can't spend too many nights with them, either. *grumble grumble* I guess it's just the laziness of Columbia, I like having everything in touch, close by.
It's worse, too, because I need to not spend all my money on beer and drinks. I don't even want to, but if you want to hang with people, even the Americans are doing it in bars. No one does anything else, or at least not that I'm aware of. I can honestly say that I enjoy hanging out with the people, but I can't afford to do it every night, AND I don't want to just avoid people when I can't hang out. Sigh. Where are the clubs that meet at night, stay up till the wee hours being geeky? Honestly!
Am sure this will pick up, am much heartened by nice friends from home telling me it will get better, but am currently on a low.
First of all, I was surprised and elated to get a call from Carrie on her brand new cellphone, Wayne. With our combined powers, we are Captain Planet! Er, I mean, BRUCE WAYNE! I walked all the way up to PA's where I had agreed to meet Andrew and his footy mates, and it turned out that Carrie's call, while excellent on its own, was even better because it helped me be later. I planned to be late, hope Andrew would find Amy inside and then she could have time to convince him she's much more interested in him than I am.
I felt like a shit when I ran into Amy and she said she'd been there half an hour on her own, no sign of our footy friends. We chatted up a fellow named Jason, who introduced me to lemon, lime, and bitters, which he promptly told me (after I said I liked it) that it was an old lady's drink and had zero alcohol in it. Oh well. Amy and I did a few shouts with him, using up the last of my cash at present, and then we talked to some of her Ridley folk.
Met Dave, Lachlan, and cute boy with long hair whose name I can't remember. Amy and I dragged Dave out to dance, and Jason pulled Amy away, which was basically the last I saw of her. Oh, and somewhere before all this, I got a message from Andrew saying they *were* there, and where was I? So, I said dancing, and was told we'd all meet up after he sorted out something between the "mates." I quickly wearied of dancing once the band, who were rather fun, was replaced by a DJ. The problem with DJs is they play shitty hip-hop/pop I don't know--I could have danced all night to the band's covers of Blur's "Song #2," Blink 182, Violent Femmes, etc, but the DJ comes on, plays "Jump Around" then that's the last one I recognized.
At that point, there were more people than should have been inside, and it was crowded to all hell. People spill beer around here and it just doesn't get cleaned up ever. So the floor was slick with it (which actually helps with dancing, believe it or not), people drink it out on the dance floor (which is why you smell of it regardless of your drinking habits), and it just reeked in general. I had to leave before claustrophobia killed me or made me vomit. Shortly after reaching home, Andrew apologizes for not running into me (because I messaged him and Amy to say I wasn't feeling well and had to get up "early" tomorrow--ie. 9 am), and I give a vague message back about running into him later would be fine. Amy at least managed to score name of the guy and number too that she'd been admiring across the bar, so that was where she went, so she wasn't mad about not leaving together or anything.
Well, today I got up early to come hand out flyers for the free posters--just thought it would be a good way to decorate here for free--and am told that he already got people and I could come back at noon. No doing. Plus, was thinking of going to CHAS, but eh, it's just a planning session for their events. I just want to attend some events, not sit around doing introductions for the umpteenth time. Sci-fi meets tomorrow, so that will have to do.
So, I'm left feeling incredibly homesick, now. I'm all excited about seeing Carrie soon, and spending as much time as she can sacrifice from her friends doing fun stuff. It's just sunk in that I can't really just go home and find friends or just cross the street to the other dorms to find people. A good group of the sci-fi people commute in from *home* and I can't spend too many nights with them, either. *grumble grumble* I guess it's just the laziness of Columbia, I like having everything in touch, close by.
It's worse, too, because I need to not spend all my money on beer and drinks. I don't even want to, but if you want to hang with people, even the Americans are doing it in bars. No one does anything else, or at least not that I'm aware of. I can honestly say that I enjoy hanging out with the people, but I can't afford to do it every night, AND I don't want to just avoid people when I can't hang out. Sigh. Where are the clubs that meet at night, stay up till the wee hours being geeky? Honestly!
Am sure this will pick up, am much heartened by nice friends from home telling me it will get better, but am currently on a low.
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Date: 2003-07-30 11:33 pm (UTC)I felt terribly homesick after that call. It's rough not to have a...I guess a place already there for you, as you said, to come home to and feel welcome. But I was really glad to get to talk to you for a while. Raaaaaaaaar.
And hey:
...as much time as she can sacrifice from her friends doing fun stuff.
*SMACK!* I am going to visit you for a good two weeks even if I have to cut into classes after break to do so. And then again when you visit me I am going to haul just the two of us all around the north island, and the friends can manage on their own for a while. So prepare yourself for some TOTAL APPRECIATION.
Buuuuuurninate.
More seriously, please remember that I've been here for a few weeks longer than you have and have gotten a chance to meet people and explore clubs and whatnot. But it's been only in the last week or so that I've met *my* people. I'm sure that your own people--Amy aside, of course--will pop out of the woodwork any day now and I'll have to beat them off with a stick (or mace! my KAOS weapon, chee) in order to spare five minutes of your time to give me directions from the aeroport. Just go about being you and going to the clubs you want to hit, and you'll be fine--it worked for meeting the CU people, ne?
About the drinking thing--you can go and just *not* drink. Water's always free, and soda is cheaper than beer if you want something in your hand. Or get a pitcher of something and drink only a little and chip in for payment. Also it's not horrific to accept a drink-buying offer. Especially if it's from a friend like my jujitsu buddy Sharon, who is way understanding about low collegiate budgets. :-P
And furthermore, I am only a phone call away, if you want to talk. WAYNE IS EVER-VIGILANT.
Feel better, chickie.
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Date: 2003-07-31 05:58 pm (UTC)Anyhow, I hate to say it, but Carrie's right. Just don't drink. At the rate you're going, you'll have a drunken encounter of some kind (pick one, any one) which you will very much regret the next morning.
At least you have SF people at all. I only just met someone to whom I can totally relate. He's my neighbor Matt, and he's a total tech-head, he's English, and we can bitch about our respective headsof state and shoot the shit about videogames and computers and stuff.
I'm also out in the middle of nowhere. At least you can go out and meet people. Beyond hanging with two other JETS, there's nothing I can do with regards to a social life but sit in my appartment and think about how much I miss hattie.
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Well, that came out a little bitchy...sorry.
Anyway, cheer up, will all be fine. Give me your phone number, though it will be more for future reference than anything else because phones are so expensive here.