July 02, 2002 - 12:08 PM
(Belated June "If" question) If you could relive one day of your life without changing any of the events, which day would you choose? How willing are you to risk discovering that nostalgia has clouded the accuracy of your memories?
There is one day that I would like to live over again, if for nothing else than the fact that it was just plain fun. Everything we did is engrained in my memory. I think everyone who experiences something like that - just pure, unadulterated FUN - remembers it for life. I wish several times a day probably that I could go back to that time and relive it over and over again. I have no fear of finding anything that had become fuzzy over the years.
Contrary to popular belief, the day that I remember better than anything else was the day that I learned to smoke... and not the first time I met SK in real life *gush, squeal, rolls eyes*
Not that the smoking part was particularly fun, I can't remember ever being so sick *L* but for the time that I spent out with my (at the time) two closest buddies.
We made ourselves sick by going to Luna Park and riding everything on a full stomach - and boy were we full. We'd spent heaps of money at McDonalds and scoffed everything down. I remember what Franki had. Kate and I were shocked. Two Quarter Pounders, a Big Mac, large shake, large fries, cookies, McNuggets and a sundae. She ate it all and still had room to steal chips from us. She was funny. We sat on St Kilda Beach and gormandised on food, and then Franki promptly lay on her back in the middle of the picnic area and pretended that she was having orgasms. Loud orgasms. We were getting dirty looks from parents around us and sniggers from the blokes rollerblading past us.
It was one of those moments that was cringingly funny, where you know you should just get up and leave, but you can't for laughing. Franki had no shame.
From there we went to Luna Park and as I said, rode everything - from the Ghost Train to the old rickety rollercoaster that surrounds the park. Then the Zipper, Breakdancer, and UFO (never again, ugh). We wasted money on those little arcade machines where you try to grab a toy out of the bottom and drop it into the shute. Didn't work - so we broke in and stole toys *L*.
Then Franki decided she would teach us how to smoke, as she'd been smoking for the past year already. Right. She even had a new packet of Long Beach (60s - the WORST cancer sticks you can get, they are foul!). Slowly, we coughed and laughed ourselves into a daze for a couple of hours. We must have looked like human chimnies.
Then we had to make the treacherous trip back home, in our state, I think that was the funniest thing of all. Somehow we made our giggling ways back to the station and low and behold - there was a VENDING MACHINE!
"Bonus!" cried we.
Well... Kate had the most awful time deciding on the pros and cons of Malteasers and Fantails, and finally deciding on the Malteasers, ended up getting M&Ms... and not the plain M&Ms, but the peanut variety! Much laughing, finger-pointing and teasing ensued.
Then I couldn't find the money slot on the machine. Everything was that hazy... You have to understand, I'd smoked maybe 20 strong cigarettes in the space of a little over an hour and a half and was barely able to see.
Even though I'd watched Kate put the money in for her purchase, for the life of me, I couldn't find the money slot. It got to the point where Franki grabbed my money, stuck it in for me and then barked at me to choose what I wanted.
Well... lets just say we missed the train because of me. But at least I got what I wanted, unlike poor Kate who didn't, and ended up with no money left and candy that she hated.
I got my Mars Bar. *L*
Things seemed to clear up during the 30 minute trainride home (this was when I was living in Ascot Vale) and then we realized just how badly we stunk. So we decided to walk all the way from the station to my house (about 45 minutes - it was summer, so 7pm was not dark enough to be worried about us yet). On the way there I got the bright idea that we have a sleep-over at my house.
Heh. More chaos ensued. Much fun to be had.
*sighs* I miss being innocent.
