Portia has departed back to the hometown today, full of (hopefully,) memories of an insane trip, plenty of eventful stories, - none of which present me or my friends as particularly sane - quite a large collection of new material possessions, and a tiredness that may or may not have to do with the fact we stayed up until four AM watching videos of Ellen on Youtube and sending ourselves into hysterics.
We pretty much tailored today, her last day, around ensuring that her very last proper meal in Hong Kong with me was at New York Fries, marking this our third visit this week. New York Fries can be summed up as Mount-Olympus-God-Worthy French Fries doused in cheese and sour cream and tomatoes, topped with pure happiness.
This week went by pretty fast - for Portia at least. We had an eventful few nights out, one of which ended with Portia, Esme, Sel and Lizzy getting food poisoning from kebabs. White-faced and cold-sweating, Portia was dragged and blindly navigated from Tsim Tsa Tsui back to my house because I was afraid she was getting delirious. At this time, both of us were unsure of what she had, (pretty sure she was unsure of anything at that time. She now states that the verb to best describe how she felt is "melting,") but we assumed it was flu. After exiting Space Wheel at Ocean Park, I came to find that Esme and Portia had figured out that it was the kebabs and had additionally bonded over their food poisoning.
After showing Portia a few of my stop motions, we decided to do one of her trip, and decided to start with that very night. Because I am paranoid - and as you shall see, for good fucking reason, - I brought my family's small camera and my big memory card as a spare, (dumb, dumb, dumb.) Took enough photos of us and myself that made me want to cry as I looked at them in the morning and sarcastically wondered aloud how I could ever be single.
Lian and Bryce were there too, and I don't know what it is about Lan Kwai, but every time I'm there, I just end up really, really tired. I need the feeling of security to sleep, so I'm not a person who can just pass out and damn the consequences. Instead, I like to keep my friend's night fun by whining and complaining that I am exhausted every three seconds and threatening to fall asleep, (but not actually doing it.) That was, of course, sarcasm, as it is no fun and I always win the award for Most Annoying Human Being Ever when I get into moods like that. Went home and literally passed out once I'd reached my bed and woke up feeling like shit for the first time ever - but, I blame my Dad for the bad margaritas he gave us at 7.30 that night during a family dinner party, because I stay forever classy by downing tequila at family dinners in front of the kids.
Tuesday Night was of course - oh GOD! says the crowd - $10 Tuesday and Lizzy's first night back - oh GOD! x2 says the crowd - so anyone who knows me or my friends at all, can imagine how that night went. To be fair, I was not that bad myself. According to Esme, I was not bad in terms of drunkness - tipsy was as far as it got really - but in behaviour, I switched into straight up bitch mode and just messed around with people all night. Whilst I may be a questionably bad person whilst intoxicated, the rest of my friends were so trashed that they really inspired me to write this post. Esme, (Mother Drunk,) took it upon herself to make everyone eat kebabs, (food poison,) and bought loaves of bread from 7-11, which she literally put in our mouths and ordered us to "Chew, then swallow." Me and Portia were home by 2am, which is the earliest I've ever been home after a night out. Tipsy me then enjoyed a grilled cheese sandwich and water and woke up feeling perfect, to all my sick friend's annoyances perhaps.
Yesterday we headed to Ocean Park. We'd assumed we'd be out that night and therefore decided to meet at 12pm to go into the park, which may be Number #1 on the list of Really Dumb Decisions You Should Not Make. Bastard sun took this grand opportunity to punish me for all the times I've hidden indoors this summer and shone with full vigour, tinging my skin red and making us all so grumpy, irritable and hot that we lined up in a ride for 40 minutes just because it was a water ride. (And it was new. New things are cool.)
I am usually a massive wimp when it comes to rides and I'd stated early in the day that I would not go on the new ride, so of course, I find myself in line for it later. After an awful 20 minute wait - awful due to me scaring the shit out of myself, not the waiting time, which isn't bad for Ocean Park - I find myself strapped in, chanting "I'm going to die on this ride, I'm going to die on this ride," for all to hear. The screaming started as soon as the floor moved away and ended as soon as I realised that I was not even scared, at which point, it turned into insane cackles that may have slightly worried Chris and Ollie.
With the adrenaline rush that came after me jumping around and slapping myself in line for 20 minutes, we of course, went on the other ride I swore I wasn't going on and went on it - the turbo drop. A relatively small one, but usually not my favourite regardless - although it may be now, after I went on with Ollie, who is afraid of heights, and Esme. After being strapped in, Esme glanced up and decided no, she did not want to go on this ride after all, and tried to get off. Upon finding herself trapped, panic arose, although Ollie reassured her that the guy would come around again and she could ask to get off. Straight after this, the ride started going up, and Esme's acceptance of her fate was summed up with her "Okay. Nevermind then."
The entire panic - no, the entire day, including all the heat and waits, were worth it to hear the scream that came out of Ollie's mouth. Chris, Lizzy and Portia later said they thought it was me or Esme, (I shouted "WHAT'S UP BITCHES!" but they apparently did not hear,) as it was er, a relatively high-pitched scream.
So now all I'm left with is an empty room, and a lot of videos to print-screen and stop-motion, (my fingers can barely contain their excitement already!) A ton of new songs, and a full stomach, (I've forgotten what hunger feels like, to be honest.) I've been talking aloud to myself more than usual in compensation for the silence in my room and the lack of another person's voice, but can rest assured that I can have intense lone karaoke sessions with iTunes again. Will I be the most hated dorm-mate-thing in university? Maybe.
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