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The wanderings of a bad fairy (or: The wanderings of a girl dressed kinda funny)
Saturdays rarely pass by without your loyal Spacegirl Reporter getting into a refreshing scrape or two. Last Saturday, I was all dressed up in my "bad fairy" costume (black ra-ra skirt with white polka dots, black top, black leggings, metallic purple Doc Marten's and lots of black eye makeup), with my wings and tiara in a bag. I was heading off to my friend Samantha's Halloween party. A few nights before, my friend Linda had given me directions to Sam's place over the phone. So instead of looking at the map, I just followed her instructions: find the landmark, then turn right then left then right, or something like that.
After walking all alone down streets that were a little too quiet, dark and generally scary for my liking, I realised that I was lost. So I headed back to the nice shiny lights of the trendy main road. And where did I find myself? Outside Grace's place! After knocking sheepishly on Grace's door, only to be met by silence and more darkness, I gave Grace a telephone call. I told her that I was outside her house, and she responded with, "I DON'T BELIEEEEEEEEEEEEVE IT!"- as though she had won a competition! Too cute. She let me into her house with a flourish (she just hadn't heard my knocks, that's all), and soon I was all comfortable amongst the light, illustration layouts and charcoal of her bedroom. Wow, God is so cool. We both needed each other at that point- me, cos I was lost, and Grace, cos she was going a bit stir-crazy. After a nice hour-long chat, Grace kindly printed off not one, but TWO maps from the Internet, and I was happily on my way to Sam's again.
It only took about five minutes to get to Sam's. I realised that I was just walking up the wrong side of the street towards the landmark last time. I knew Linda's directions couldn't have been wrong. I whipped my fairy wings out of my bag and put them on victoriously, and I waved my wand around in anticipation. Sam's place was hard to miss- there was a chattering cluster of people dressed in black out the front of it. Then, a giant blonde cat with fake blood dripping from her mouth was screaming "CARLAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and hugging me ferociously. It was great to see Samantha again. The party was lovely- lots of fairy lights, boys in eyeliner and "lethal" punch (ie. vodka and peach schnapps). And, of course, familiar friends. Yay. You can't really go wrong with a combination like that on a Saturday night. |