A Girl’s Eye View

This actually happened on Thurs 18th Dec, 08. Only just had time to update post.

So, following the crazy antics that were Wednesday night a la Ocean, I handed in my rationale (glad to hand in damn thing and forget about it for Xmas!) I bumped into HKK (Cause she’s the older  Chinese one, one of… four Kate’s) and we were chatting random stuff. There was a meal at Pizza Express - over rated I think, for pizza anyway, I’d rather go to Pizza Hut, same thing - as it was like an Xmas meal organised by ‘D, one of the student reps. I only agreed to go cos I thought i’d be like the last gathering  we had; nearly everone from IFB went to hang out after a deadline for drinks and food. It was really nice, bondig with everyone. But this time, half the class had already gone home, the foreign students also, and those who were still around, some weren’t bothered about going as P.E was soo expensive, and it wasn’t that great to be justified by he price. The plan was Gatecrasher afterwards. Since A, who I was getting along with *touch wood* wasn’t going, and cos I knwe wI was going to be socially busy for most of the week and porbably spending an absurd amount of money, I wondered if I should still go. Ok so I had put my name down, and even though I saw ’D and her bff, both of whom asked if I was still going to the meal and I said yeah, though I still thought about not going. Afterall, I should still be able to choose right?

So as HKK was telling me about her house party, being the reason why she wasn’t going to the meal this time, I was quite suprised when she suddenly invited me to go! I was interested to her about her plans, not really expecting her to invite me, but happy she did.

The house party was great! As always, it is hairy when you first arrive and see a wave of new faces you don’t know and names your not familiar with. HKK was a cool host, introducing us to everyone. But, alcohol is your best friend and before long we were all mingling together in one (albeit tiny) social pot that is HKK’s basement kitchen. There were endless nibbles, from dumplings, meatballs, spring rolls, crisps and my favourite, sushi! Got talking to the (in-house lol) DJ and so the music was mostly rnb, much to my liking!

Sometime later, upstairs in the hallway…. the guy who was photographer for the night (he even had a professional camera) asked some of us if we wanted to check out the photos in his room. We went, but got distraced by two guys in the hallway, because they were having one of the weirdest conversations I’d ever heard; one sitting on the stairs and the other leaning against a small side table. The hallway guy was Curt and the other was Adrian (I think?) Curt was whinging -literally- about not ever being propsitioned by prostitutes!! It was way tooo surreal! Hahaha! Curt seemed hell bent on going outside to find one, but HKK was always concerned about him being barefoot. (guess it’s cause of her maternal instincts). Curt would always linger by the door, or close it and hang around outside the house. Phhft…. attention seeker. Well, by now more people had come upstairs, and Johnny’s stories about “being propositioned” by said prostitutes was hiiiilllariious! Kinda creepy/eye-opening/must-have-been-scary-at-the-time type stories, but funny to listen to in hindsight. One time, Johnny was saying, he got stalked by a prostitute! He was saying how him and his friends were talking about how much one costs, as he knew a friend of a friend who actually is, a male gigolo/prostitue, and he said it costs 200 pounds for a guy. (I thought shit, is that all?! And for something so…. degrading) And Johnny and his friends knew it would be less for a woman, so…. off Johnny goes and asks one. Politely explains hes NOT interested, isn’t intending to be offensive or anything, just curious…. ‘But how much do you cost?’ He said. Uh-oh…. and so she followed him down a few streets and he had to hide from her!!! “It was like Lord of the Rings, where the Hobbit hides in the bush and the witch thing is leaning over the bush, sniffing for his scent, and I’m the little Hobbit.” Were his words. Johnny pretends to show us his ‘Hobbit’ self. Everyeone was in stitiches! More stories followed, some more disturbing than others (yes, it can and does get worse). One night he was walking home from a friend’s house, and this black guy was coming from opposite direction. Johnny smiles (’because he was taught to by his mother - oh dear..) and the black guy, drops his trousers, and said ‘Do it for 2.50′.  Can you believe that!!!! Johnny…. with sewing machine in one hand, and a bag of fabric in the other. Around 4 am. And it often happens to him, where taxi drivers actually stop when they see him, and ask him how much!!! Feels like Johnny is the kind of person you always have to watch out for, poor sod!