[If there are many mistakes in the post, forgive me. I'm typing this whist my brother quizzes me about Ben 10. The volume level is set at 'Epic'.]
Wow! Valentines was an odd day. I spent most of the day being a Valentines Hatorr, with the rest of the other singletons at my workplace. The conversation was along the lines of:
"Valentines is a commercialised hype....more fool you if you buy into it...no, I'm not saying that cos I don't have a date...I had many options - I CHOSE to be single, so like - whatever innit..."
I went shopping during my lunch so maybe I was subconsciously trying to comfort my single-ness....but I'm always spending money so that's a lie haha! Funnily enough, many people who had the option for a candlelight dinner decided to go to one of the many raves capitalising off the luvvy-duvvy day. So, along with my mixture of single/attached peeps, we decided Work It @ the ICA should be the location for silly dancing and gun-finger movements.
We got there around 9pm and there was some long-ass queue even though the doors were opening at 10pm. That's supposed to be a good sign right? NOPE! Cue madness. We didn't have tickets so we had to watch whilst the eager ones who booked tickets online went in first (Erm, tickets online??? Anyways!). Flouncing past us to meet their other poser friends, you could tell they were relishing in the sight of us shivering as they laughed loudly at unfunny things in a bid to anger us and the ticket-less mob. An angry mob of hipsters and scenesters is quite funny - the air of nonchalance is overly destroyed! A random bottle being thrown in the direction of the entrance was overlooked as the security guards were too busy pushing and roughing up girls...YES, GIRLS, I laughed as I thought to myself : "If this was hood rave it would've triggered a fight but this simply fell on a girls head and no one said a heated word..."
12pm was when they let the ticket-less in....that means we had spent THREE HOURS in the freezing cold for that any rave!!! Any-who, just before I was let in, something bad happened. WHERE WAS MY MUM'S BROOCH SHE USED TO ROCK IN THA 80's??????ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! The sentimental value starts to give me an instant headache. Aside from the mosh pit of a queue, the area outside was HUGE and covered in all sorts of trash, I had also been back and forth going to shops whilst waiting out there.....I knew I had lost it forever. Great. Just great...if I had known I was going to lose jewellery, trust me, I would have not gone ANYWHERE!!
The lump in my throat was comforted by a randomite telling me she had lost many a family heirloom, so as I squeezed past the bouncers I hoped that Work It would cheer me up. Whilst I frantically thought of how to tell my mum what I had lost, I accidentally joined the male queue for security frisking. This was followed by laughter and me joking that letting the dude frisk me would be more desperate than Dan. Yuck - security frisks!!! What's worse - Helga frisking you or Boris? I'm still tryna work out if Helga WAS in fact a Helga? PE teacher flashbacks...
By this time it felt like it was my right to party, much like the Beastie Boys. Anyways, me, my girls and any other randomites we recruited skanked it out for a few measly hours. The first photographer who took photos of the crew that night was quite creative, asking me to bite my chian and allsorts ....so I asked what this was in aid for:
"I work for Vice"
"Vice!?!?"
"Yeah! I was waao waaoo waoh wowoowaoao...[peanuts]"I switched off as I remembered the section where they ridicule the public to the max.....and prayed not to be listed alongside the word "cliche"....
A few Hatorrs and dance battles later, we left at 3am not impressed by the event even though we danced like it our last. My hair proceeded to the Afro checkout and I made a vain attempt to find my brooch by asking Boris & Co if anyone handed it in.
"NO! Now can you leave please?"
"Are you sure no one handed anything in?"
"Yes!"
"Sorry, what was that you said you lost?" One of the organisers got involved as he could see I was about to go flipmode on Boris."A brooch? Did it have a cat on it?"
My heart literally stopped beating.
"Don't play with me....PLEASE TELL ME YOU'VE SEEN IT?!?!?"
"Is it a cat on a mirror?"
"YES!!!YES IT IS!!!OH MY GOSH YOU FOUND IT - I LOVE YOU!!!"
"It's a beautiful brooch....you're very lucky - I found it among bottles outside!"
"Are you serious??!?! You lovely man - I love you - you have made my Valentines - I love you soooo much ....phew.....I LOVE YOU x 37 etc"
The guy goes a tad bit red as I go on about how I love everyone there and Boris No. 5 ,overwhelmed by my love or piss-takingly mutters, 'Love you too'. Oh and then I had a go at the first Boris who told me to leave (he was actually African, like me, but hey!)"AND YOU! Yes, you! If I had listened to you I would have lost my brooch forever! You're MEAN!"*African Boris Voice*"Course I wanted to go home yeh so I had to say dat one to you...."
All in all, I got the greatest gift ever on Valentines, I felt the love of a domino effect via honest, caring people. The organiser dude didn't have to care for the outside of the venue by picking up bottles, he was running the show for goodness sake! But he did! And because of that, the love for my Mum's brooch lives on!!! My faith in the good of humanity was definitely restored. I want to keep it that way....
here is the brooch...it's a cat trying to catch something on a mirror.....I'm not a fan of cats (they should be called biatches rather than female dogs) but it's different, so I likesss.
*I am*: Lucky and Proper
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