On Saturday morning I unfornately had to go to work.
The usual shift involved customers who couldn't open their eyes to find what they were looking for, tightarses who believed that prices for birthday cards were too steep, constant price checks for missing barcodes and my refusal to jump onto registers despite being called numerous times.
That is what I get for working at a place called the "Reject Shop". I know what your thinking, I must be a reject for working at the Reject Shop. How original!. I've heard it all before, so it comes as no surprise. Luckily, my shift wasn't for very long.
Finally, a friend and I went back to my house to get ready!
I WAS TO SEE BRANDON FLOWERS (THE ULTIMATE MACHINE) IN REAL LIFE!!
After finally deciding what to wear, I told my Dad we were ready to leave. "Do you think you should be going to a concert in that?", was all I got. My Dad didn't approve of a simple short white dress that I'd bought from Myer. So thinking I better compromise, I chose to wear shorts underneath.
After a short train ride we arrived at the Entertainment Centre. We knew there was some time to spare before the band actually came on. Thankgod for the Maccas close by. I attended to my hunger pains with a large double cheesburger meal. Even though most of the fries were burnt, I still ate it all. Then, to our seats we went.
Who thought it'd be soo hard to locate a simple door , row and seat number?
After moving because of two tools who couldn't read their tickets, I began to take in the supporting act. I didn't even know who they were. All I knew was that they were a local band from Sydney, eager for some love from the crowd. I just wanted to see the Killers.
After finally deciding what to wear, I told my Dad we were ready to leave. "Do you think you should be going to a concert in that?", was all I got. My Dad didn't approve of a simple short white dress that I'd bought from Myer. So thinking I better compromise, I chose to wear shorts underneath.
After a short train ride we arrived at the Entertainment Centre. We knew there was some time to spare before the band actually came on. Thankgod for the Maccas close by. I attended to my hunger pains with a large double cheesburger meal. Even though most of the fries were burnt, I still ate it all. Then, to our seats we went.
Who thought it'd be soo hard to locate a simple door , row and seat number?
After moving because of two tools who couldn't read their tickets, I began to take in the supporting act. I didn't even know who they were. All I knew was that they were a local band from Sydney, eager for some love from the crowd. I just wanted to see the Killers.
When the banner came up and the Sam's Town slideshow began, my voice had already gone. The prospect of seeing Brandon.......ohhhhhhhhh! And there he was ...
Every song I wanted to hear.
"They say the devil's water it ain't so sweet,
You don't have to drink right now,
But you can dip you feet,
Every once in a little while"
Ohhhh and that guitar riff. Woah...Brandon definetly is a performer. The sight of seeing him shaking his leg (looked good, but I know sounds so wrong), dancing like a plane, playing the piano, throwing flowers into the crowd and that sexy voice was something else. I wished I was in the mosh for the glitter dammit! After coming back onstage for two encores, all I remember Brandon saying was, "Your making it so hard to leave!".
I hate seeing people sitting at concerts when clearly everyone is up singing and dancing!!!!
My night didn't end there.
Due to promises I made to a friend, I wandered with friends around the city in pursuit of a nightclub. I asked one of the security guards where to go. "Your supposed to be like Harry Potter and walk into the wall" is what I was told.
Loser.
Finding out that the entry price was now $20 after midnight, I didn't know what I'd gotten myself into. Once the lift doors slid open, I realised that a friend has paid $20 for me to get into a rnb club, predominately filled with Asians. After this, I attempted to find my friend, then met eyes with the bar, and decided he could find me!!
Who knew that there could be soo many dance moves you could do as a bartender when someone simply asks for a glass of water?
Sliding a drink to me wasn't the smartest thing that this bartender could do on his part.
I must say, I did enjoy the music. I had fun. Although out of nowhere, this middle aged Asian man, who's shirt quite successfully resembled an American taxi, felt the urge to step on my foot.
His moves were a combination of Napolean Dynamite meets the Karate Kid.
The dancing continued till 4 am in the morning. I knew my parents would kill me because I mentioned going to the Killers concert, but failed to mention the clubbing that I planned after.
After failing to find a taxi with it's light on, we deserted this chase and headed to Maccas. Finding that their queue was ridculous, I went to Hungry Jack's and brought it back to Macca's to eat. Whilst sitting on seats that had a perfect view of the street, friends and I managed to witness all.
A girl being badgered by an annoying drunk weirdo, morons coming out of a club, rebels who thought it was hiliarious to cross the road while it was 'red' and a girl throw up in the bin. This totally killed my morning meal.
Then to the cab we went. Luckily we got a man who already had the radio on. While listening to 106.5 and no one wanting me to sing, I tried to hum to Bryan Adam's "Heaven", Stevie Nicks's "Edge of Seventeen" and Human League's "Don't you Want me Baby". Finally, for $55, we were home and Mum and Dad were both awake.
For sleeping for what felt like 20mins, I remembered I had to get up at 10. After my shift the day before, my manager reminded me that I was rostered for working the next day. I stupidly said I would. The shop would open at 10 and I was supposed to start at 12. My friend who I thought was able to take my shift couldn't, so I was screwed. I woke up Mum begging her to call in sick for me. I leave her on the phone only to hear...
"Hello this is Rosalie's mum, I'm sorry Rosalie can't come in today because she went out last night and she hasn't been feeling well. She's been vomiting all morning and is suffering from bad diarrheoa!"
Luckily, after another phone call, Mum was able to convince my manager that I really couldn't come to work and didn't know anyone else who could take my shift. Snaps for Mum!
The rest of the weekend involved babysitting my 12-year old cousin. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was play Guitar Hero, Singstar and Nintendo Wii.
So really, I wasn't complaining at all.
Who knew that there could be soo many dance moves you could do as a bartender when someone simply asks for a glass of water?
Sliding a drink to me wasn't the smartest thing that this bartender could do on his part.
I must say, I did enjoy the music. I had fun. Although out of nowhere, this middle aged Asian man, who's shirt quite successfully resembled an American taxi, felt the urge to step on my foot.
His moves were a combination of Napolean Dynamite meets the Karate Kid.
The dancing continued till 4 am in the morning. I knew my parents would kill me because I mentioned going to the Killers concert, but failed to mention the clubbing that I planned after.
After failing to find a taxi with it's light on, we deserted this chase and headed to Maccas. Finding that their queue was ridculous, I went to Hungry Jack's and brought it back to Macca's to eat. Whilst sitting on seats that had a perfect view of the street, friends and I managed to witness all.
A girl being badgered by an annoying drunk weirdo, morons coming out of a club, rebels who thought it was hiliarious to cross the road while it was 'red' and a girl throw up in the bin. This totally killed my morning meal.
Then to the cab we went. Luckily we got a man who already had the radio on. While listening to 106.5 and no one wanting me to sing, I tried to hum to Bryan Adam's "Heaven", Stevie Nicks's "Edge of Seventeen" and Human League's "Don't you Want me Baby". Finally, for $55, we were home and Mum and Dad were both awake.
For sleeping for what felt like 20mins, I remembered I had to get up at 10. After my shift the day before, my manager reminded me that I was rostered for working the next day. I stupidly said I would. The shop would open at 10 and I was supposed to start at 12. My friend who I thought was able to take my shift couldn't, so I was screwed. I woke up Mum begging her to call in sick for me. I leave her on the phone only to hear...
"Hello this is Rosalie's mum, I'm sorry Rosalie can't come in today because she went out last night and she hasn't been feeling well. She's been vomiting all morning and is suffering from bad diarrheoa!"
Luckily, after another phone call, Mum was able to convince my manager that I really couldn't come to work and didn't know anyone else who could take my shift. Snaps for Mum!
The rest of the weekend involved babysitting my 12-year old cousin. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was play Guitar Hero, Singstar and Nintendo Wii.
So really, I wasn't complaining at all.
2 comments:
aw i agree about people sitting at concerts. brandon is so god damn pretty.
and brandon is MINE.. ALL MINE.
and you well..
its true.
you are everybodys favourite asian.. AFTER ME! muahahahaha!!!
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