I'm home kinda early from tonights party at Toff (its 3am), I just can't keep up with Yvan, I'm way too tired after this week. The night started at my place with maybe 10 friends, but I took amazingly bad photos of this part of the night...here are the few half decent ones.
Alastair and Lauren.
I had to teach Yvan how to sew a button.
My friend Greta is showing Yvan how to thread the needle...it is womens work after all, lol.
Not only did I have to teach Yvan how to sew I had to save him from getting arrested. It was pretty crazy really. We had to leave my place because we were late for the Toff Facehunter party but we had heaps of beer left so we decided to drink and walk, which we know is illegal but whatever who will catch us, right? Wrong. Anyway we were walking down Bourke Street and my sister spots a police car driving up beside us, she kinda says a little loudly "quick hide you beer" but it's too late they had seen Yvan take a swig of his drink. They yell out "hey you in the black jacket" and Yvan doesn't realise they mean him, his English isn't perfect plus his jacket is blue! Anyway the cops yell out for him to go over because they saw him drinking, so he goes over and the cops say "poor your drink out" and Yvan doesn't really understand what they had said so they repeat it "poor your drink out" (they had very thick Aussie accents by the way) and again Yvan is like "What?" so they think he is being rude and are jumping out to pin him down and arrest him but I run over and scream "he doesn't understand English" so they stop (thank god) and tell me to explain to him to poor his drink out because it is illegal in this country which I do but I kinda just take his beer and run to the nearest bin to appease the angry cops. So we thought that was all over with and we keep walking, but my crazy friend Greta is kinda super drunk (she is crazy but hilarious when drunk) waves at the cops driving by and they pull over and demand for her to take her jacket off and empty her pockets. We are talking about a harmless 5 foot girl here by the way when just up the road there are fights breaking out infront of strip clubs...The reason for this I think is because the way she was dresses, a punk haircut and a giant leather jacket. Yvan thinks Melbourne is a police state by now and is maybe a bit shocked. Anyway she is allowed to go free and we get to the club and Yvan isn't allowed in (yeah wtf its a party in his honor!!!) The reason is because they don't accept foriegn drivers liscenses. Anyway we argue with the bouncer and demand for the manager to come out, and eventually they realise and we can go in. Inside there are heaps of police and Yvan is like "What the hell, why are the police here?" and I don't really know. I have never ever seen so many police out before, it was so crazy. The police left after checking some young looking peoples id's and we finally start to dance. In the end it was a fun night, even with all the drama, but I left kinda early due to extreme exhaustion. Oh well there is always tomorrow, lol.
Some party photos:
Yeah sorry about the crap photos, I'm running on empty and being hungover and starting to drink again is not really that much fun it seems. I didn't even take any photos for Melbourne Street Fashion.com I was just way too tired. I had heaps of fun though.
EDIT: Omg I just re-read this post and my spelling is atrocious and my grammar is bad too. I guess that's what you get for writing blog posts when drunk at 3am. For some reason when I get home after going out I really feel like writing on my blog but my spelling skills aren't up to standard. Come on Hayley "poor your drink out" its poUr!!! You guys must think I'm a real idiot, lol, but I'm going to keep all the mistakes in this post to remind me not to blog when drunk ever again.