Dressed In Black With Nowhere To Go (Part 1)

Diary Backlog Blues

Another day in this long weekend and still I haven’t allowed myself to have too great a time, tethered by these pages that are growing daily of lost chronology. Last night I was glad for two reasons that I didn’t go out. One of them was because it would only be me, Ralf and Shawn, and the second is that I really felt the pressure and obligation of having to catch up in my diary.

For the time that I did write in here on Saturday didn’t yield much of a step forward in progress, still seeing me stuck on my Friday taking well over ten pages. I still haven’t even noted about Chevy’s and now the larger chunk of Saturday’s ventures are still without word and need to be all finished before any events happen today. From what I know however, Jett is coming over with his Playstation and later in the night I’ll be watching ‘Star Wars’ with Ralf, but when will I get my haircut.

Star Wars Plans Fall Through

The saga begins from our pondering upon which direction to take our night. I’m not too exact on details but I do remember that we jumped in the car and drove to Shawn’s house so we could pick him up. Shawn was intent on coming out as he was waiting near his door and as he made his way down to the car he was being a bit more sarcastic with his motions. Pushing his way into the backseat, we buckled up and tried to figure out what we were doing. Keith and I already had the idea of heading out to see ‘Star Wars First Episode’ so that’s exactly what we done.

Upon arriving I was told how Keith, Shawn and Jett headed out to sneak into the same movie on the Saturday night I headed to ‘Byblos’. It turns out that they got busted and were asked to leave again, and as they were Jett and Shawn were going to jump the guy pointing his finger to the door. That however didn’t happen as they left to their agendas and carried on with their night. Funnily enough, as we made our way into the parking area we Keith noticed the same guy standing outside having a smoke break.

My heart was really set on watching a movie and I had faith when Keith told me that there would most probably be a midnight session but I had my doubts. Those doubts were realized when we walked into Greater Union and noticed that all the cinemas were being used and there were no other movies selling tickets as the time was 11:00 p.m.

With this knock to the planning of our night we were going to sneak in but Keith noted that it wouldn’t have been a good idea to only watch half of ‘Star Wars’. Therefore, we jumped back into his car cruised around trying to think of something else to occupy our time. With our three minds on the job we decided it would be a good idea to head to Molly’s Tavern up in Camden.

Shawn Borrows My Clothes

Everyone has heard great stuff about it, including me. Shawn commented that he didn’t have any pants to wear as they were in the wash so I allowed him to borrow my cargo pants, letting him dress up in my tight black buttoned shirt with my white Hound Dog shirt underneath and my older boots to finish off the look. Minutes before this Shawn and Keith ridiculed me for dressing gay to get into Byblos and now here was Shawn wanting to borrow my clothes, hypocrites.

Shawn was keen to dress in a style different to what he had. You could sense it by the eagerness to get dressed and head out. As we made it to Keith’s house first he changed into his leather jacket and whatever else he needed before making it back to my house so both Shawn and I could get changed. Shawn tried all the different variations of club clothes that I had because he was undecided.

It was funny to see his lanky body and then as we all noticed, a little pot belly sticking out of the tight shirt. Some of my clothes definitely didn’t suit Shawn and when he finally robed himself in my garments, he looked decent, apart from his hairdo. The time was ticking and we wanted to get there before midnight so that we wouldn’t have gotten dressed up for nothing but before we did run out the door, I decided pictures were needed.

Grabbing my camera and standing it at shoulder height on a home-made stand I took a photo of both Shawn and Keith standing in the room that leads to my backyard. Setting it on a timer we took another picture of the three of us sitting down on the couch and then I think one more before we finally left for Molly’s.

Prank Call To Tatton’s Place

Jumping into Keith’s car I remember that he wanted us to try and invite Tatton out for the night to make it a bit more interesting. Handing me his mobile phone it started ringing and in those seconds Keith ran back to my house. I’m not sure what Keith had to do but I think he needed to use the toilet and was in there for a little while. The telephone call to Tatton’s house was a classic as Yazmin answered the phone, mentioning that Tatton was out when asked.

From there I just started speaking in outbursts pretending that I didn’t know who she was. The weirdest part was when Yazmin asked if I knew my next door neighbor in number 41 and what ensued was for the curious mind to discern. Yazmin told me that my next door neighbor would look through my window of a night and perve at me, and then when I would question her she would change her mind.

It sounded to me like some young lady around Yazmin’s age was perving but from what I know, there’s no one living next door around that age. Yazmin then changed her story on verve and told me that I tried to sell my next door neighbor seeds one day, seeds for marijuana. Yazmin could have been talking about the people that were living next door a couple of years ago when my brother was also living here but she sounded so warped out that I didn’t know what to think.

Maybe it was just role-play and she was the girl, or wanted to be. Anyway, into our conversation, I started stating that I was looking for some girl named Jennifer which then confused Yazmin as she thought it was a wrong number. Asking my name, I told her that it was Andrew or something similar, which confused her making her think she just told a complete stranger how someone was peeping at them through their window.

The conversation had to come to an end when Keith walked back into the car and as he did, I said goodbye to Yazmin and hung up. “Have you been speaking all that time,” he bellowed, taking a look at his phone to find out the total length was seven minutes. Shawn and I were cracking up in the car knowing that Keith should have been there.

Turned Away At Molly’s

After that little episode our journey was on with fifteen minutes in our venture to spare. We wanted to make it there before midnight so Keith planted the foot down on a couple of straights to get us there faster. Everyone in the car was pumped up because we were all dominantly wearing black and we had heard a fair bit of good news about Molly’s. However, Keith noted that if in some way we don’t get in we can call the slut Phoenix.

On the way there, he also noted how Phoenix has really made the change to be less of an easy slut and harder to get with. I’m pretty sure she done this because of her sham engagement and shame afterwards but with Phoenix it can be a number of different alternatives. I guess Phoenix just didn’t like the name she had herself and the fact that any guy could just say hello and fuck her.

Arriving at Camden just over midnight, we parked the car and in our hyped mood, prepared ourselves to jump out into the freezing cold. There were cars lined all the way up the main street and you could see that there was a little line out the front of Molly’s. Stepping out of the car and into the chilly winter breeze, we had another laugh at how we were all dressed in black.

As we walked across the street Keith pointed out that a group of chicks walking down the street all looked at us but that’s Keith for you. There were mixed feelings on if we would get into the club or not and as we walked up to the front door we were told that it was a full house and that we couldn’t get in.

I didn’t feel dashed of my hopes as I was sure of myself that we would get in but with that news and the cold night we headed back to the car knowing what we missed out on. Nevertheless, as we were walking back to the car I uttered, “There’s no way I’m going to go home now after getting all dressed up”.

From that pause of thought I added, “There has to be a story behind the pictures I took tonight, we can’t just look at them and say we got dressed up for nothing, we have to find something else.”

Looking For A Plan B

Keith and Shawn seemed to agree with my philosophy of finding something to do, so as our minds ran rampant, we created a couple of choices. The first, when jumping into the warm car of course, was to give Phoenix a call so we could have some fun but I was in doubt that she would even consider having us over because I was in the group. The idea of heading to ‘Gems’ in Liverpool or some club in the City was running through our minds, even Chevy’s was an option at this stage.

However, we called up Phoenix first to see what she was doing and as expected, she played down our proposals of heading over to her house or inviting her out to a club with us. As soon as Keith uttered who was in the car with him it was goodnight to her and hello to a night worth remembering. How can it be that my relationship between Phoenix is like two opposing magnets that cause the utmost friction when closer together.

Each time I’m pushed onto Phoenix there is a force of pressure that repels me and in some way I’m glad that this lingering is taking place because I know I don’t want to get onto Phoenix, doing so marking the fall of my pride. However, I do know that if I get onto Phoenix it will easily relieve my tensions of being chaste for such a long period.

With the knowledge that Phoenix didn’t want to play any role in our night, we made the decision to head to Chevy’s. Being my choice and my placing in the air to ponder upon, I thought it would be a decent idea as we had to do something for our night. This would have been the second time that I had been to Chevy’s in my life but when you think about it, I haven’t been to a nightclub more than twice unless you count ‘Waves’.

With everyone now keen to head to Chevy’s, we started our venture back to Campbelltown. Three people just wasn’t enough of a group for Chevy’s so we decided to give one last try of having someone come out by ringing Ace. Keith gave me the phone to speak to him and as I asked him if he wanted to come out, he told me that he was going to stay home and have a resting night with his ladylove.

Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I hung up the phone and then a minute later he called Keith’s phone back and asked to be picked up. As we headed to his house Keith mentioned that Ace didn’t like missing out on action so off to his house we drove. When there Ace was waiting out the front already and as he jumped in the car he brought along a feel-good attitude. Now with four people it was off to have a good night, off to Chevy’s.

In The Queue At Chevy’s

The four of us were now wearing some black in our clothing but I was the only one that had full black attire. However, under my sweater I had my baby blue Hound Dog top and once I took it off, it was a more attractive color. I also brought the choker chain from Hound Dog around my neck, which I thought was a bit too much for Chevy’s.

As we parked just down from Chevy’s we jumped out and headed up to the front doors. Keith knew that we were allowed in until 1:30 a.m. and from that no one was allowed in, not even if you had a stamp. Standing in the line to get into Chevy’s I started getting a little cold despite my polo neck sweater.

Because we were all dressed up I noticed that one of the guy bouncers were looking at us with a smile on his face and the girls behind us were also a little bit quieter while checking us out. Keith’s license had run out a day or two before and he was hoping that he could still get in with it, there were no problems there.