Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

Dressing up, waking up and falling over
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I raced up the hill to the bus stop. The sun still hadn’t risen, and everything was a strange blue colour. I had to wave the bus down before I’d crossed the road. I literally fell into the bus, hurriedly reassured the bus driver that I wasn’t that injured (“I’m fine, I’m fine, thank you!”), picked myself off the floor of the bus and plopped myself into a seat by the window. It was all terribly amusing, and in my mind, I was fashioning the whole ordeal into a very witty anecdote that I would tell my friends at the dinner party Geoff and I are going to tonight. It remained funny until I realised that I had totally caught the wrong bus. The rest of the morning was spent rushing between train platforms, scurrying to work and trying not to stress.

On mornings like this- when little black bruises appear on my legs and my eyes can’t seem to stay open- the weekend seems so long ago.

SATURDAY: BLACK TIE BABY
Oh, the joys of being able to drive! I picked my Geoff up, and we set out on a gloriously suburban Saturday: pies from the local bakery, bumping into friends in the carpark, Led Zeppelin DVD’s with his parents, tea and home-made lemon slice with mine. The FEVA Black Tie Dinner was on that night. Geoff had brought his suit along, and after he’d spent his five minutes getting ready, he patiently waited another fifty-five for me to get myself all prepared. It must be so nice to be a boy sometimes. The FEVA Black Tie Dinner was just lovely. All the guests looked beautiful, and seeing so many people that I loved made me feel a bit scatty. It was two years since I’d been to a FEVA Black Tie Dinner, and a lot has changed in my life since then. Last time I went, I’d just come back from a winter holiday in Terrigal. I was totally love sick over a boy who didn’t like me back, and I spent the whole night moping over him. This year, Geoff was my lovely partner. I’d never actually been to a fancy dinner thing with a boy before. I didn’t know any boys for my year 10 formal and year 11 social, and by the time I was in year 12 the situation hadn’t improved, so I went to Paris instead. Going with a boy to a dinner is really nice. It’s pretty cool having someone to swap desserts with. Though my dessert was nice already (a mini pavlova with fruit and vanilla cream, hurrah!), so Geoff just gave me a few wisps of his pashmak (Iranian fairy floss) and a bit of his chocolate tart instead. I stayed really late at the dinner, just because I could. You see, when your life used to be ruled by bus timetables and friends who give you rides, the temporary possession of a car can be liberating. It was really nice to catch up with so many friends who are so dear to me. Those FEVA friends are people who I love so much. The night ended with my dear friend Xeni (that’s her in the photo with me and Geoff) sitting with me in the front seat of my (borrowed) car, telling me about all the latest things in her exciting teenage life. It was a great night. The dinner raised around $11 000 for FEVA, which is totally cool.

SUNDAY: TRASHBAG GALORE
Before I had to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn every day, I used to think that going to bed by midnight was an early night. These days, if I’m not in bed by 10pm, then I feel a bit naughty. On Saturday, I got to bed by 2:30am; by Sunday morning, everything was too bright and cold and all I wanted was bacon and eggs. I found the latter at Vespa Café, my new favourite haunt. Vespa Café is really cool- they have all of these old movie pictures that feature Vespa scooters on the wall, and it’s all nice and warm and crowded in there. There’s a nice Italian dude at the counter who gives me chocolate, too. My good friend Kara Bara and I met there for a chat. It was a good way to begin a Sunday. On Sunday night, I went to my new church again. Every time I go, I sit by myself before the service starts. And I feel really weird because I have no-one to sit next to. I still don’t really know many people there, and all the people I do know tend to arrive late. But somehow, every week, God provides someone nice who will sit next to me and chat after the service. I am slowly making more friends there, which is really, really nice.

I just got an e-mail from my little sister, who is in Greece. She says that she can’t stop buying me presents. Hurrah!