Cheap Wine (Johanna)

Oh my goodness. I.. don’t know where to start. How can one introduce a post where they are going to spill everything? I’ll tell it in chronological order, despite wishing to jump straight to the juicy/scary/sad/strange part.

On Thursday night, I found myself in a strange sort of limbo. All of my housemates were going out to goth clubs, not really my thing. I was asked along, but I don’t like clubs generally, so I declined. I minced around the house for a long time, wishing for a friend… then I suddenly decided to call my friend Jasmine. She was in Year 12 when I was in Year 11; because I did accelerated VCE, we were in Drama and Philosophy together. Now she lives literally two blocks from my house. As soon as I called her, she asked me over. Then she told me to come over. Then she passed on the drink orders from her two housemates, who I shall give psuedonyms!

20 minutes later, I arrived bearing two clinking shopping bags full of extremely cheap alcohol. I didn’t have a clue in the bottle shop, so I grabbed a bottle each of about 10 types of beer, many bottles of white wine (some cost only $4.. wince and cringe inducing!), and a couple of random cruiser-esque type things. When I arrived, there was the delightful Jazz, and her two housemates were delightful. There was Cassia, a lovely girl, but this story mostly concerns Lucien. Let me describe him – an actor who doubles as a butcher, late twenties, with the beauty of Ralph Fiennes, black hair touched with silver, lounging on the verandah and smoking a cigarette, calling me ‘darling’ in an incredibly low voice with hard French consonants….

Back to him later. Jazz, the others and I decided it was a good night to get alarmingly intoxicated, because there was no work and no school the next day. We listened to French house music and Massive Attack, sitting on the verandah eating figs and drinking ourselves into oblivion. Let it be noted that I rarely drink, but when I do.. I have a very low tolerance for alcohol. A little while later, Jazz and I decided to make a little excursion to Lygon Street to gather some more supplies. None were to be found, but I did experience my first ever cocktail in a bar – a raspberry midori. After that, I was well and truly happy. Upon arriving back at the house, Jazz and Cassia disappeared briefly for some reason and I found myself in the kitchen, alone with Lucien and stuck in a corner. He kissed me. The unfortunate part was that I was so drunk that I kissed him back.

You can probably imagine the rest, but don’t imagine it to that extreme. We didn’t do that. I just feel so tragically terrible for.. well, making out with another guy. There, I have bared my soul… I kiss-cheated on my boyfriend.