After dinner we played the rizla game and partook in some dancing. All was great until my neighbour (who hates me because I was once too loud on my phone on my balcony) called the police to complain I was making too much noise!
Quite alarming was this behaviour since he didn't even bother to ask me to turn down the music nor our conversation level. The police were aggressive to say the least and the anger which arose in me due to my neighbours insolence resulted in my being man handled off my own front doorstep bare footed and with no phone or keys and thrown rather heavy handedly into the back of the paddy wagon.
Quite the shock as you can imagine. It might have been something to do with my response of "What the F....! Don't you guys have better things to do like find murderers or something?! What a joke!"
Nonetheless there I was cold and shoeless thinking lordy what am I going to do now?! My guests for all I know are unaware of my current status and are happily drinking red wine in my lounge room whilst my front door is open to the crackheads and robbers of my local area with me about to be escorted off to the local cop shop.
Luckily this was not the case. My rough man handling by the cops had been witnessed by one of my guests who was minding his own business having a ciggy on my balcony. He came down and managed to talk the piggies into letting me out. His description of me in the van was of total decorum and poise! Hmm... that's not what was going through my head I can tell you! But it was a relief to be out of there as I really didn't know what I was going to do about it all!
Anyway, after being let out I realised I was bloody furious at my treatment for having a dinner party with god forbid some fun and frollicks going on. So I confronted my neighbours which resulted in the police paying me a visit again, this time there were more of them and this time I got a ticket for noise pollution or some other crap, I wasn't actually listening to what he was saying I was so blind and deaf with rage and fury that I screwed up said ticket and threw it at that awful rough handed man's head. He was indeed the true definition of a pig.
So the next morning I had arranged to have brunch with an RSVP date. I was really in no fit state having some depressive feelings about the over the top treatment from the police the night before and a monster hangover to boot. My date sent me a text "I've got a seat outside see you soon". Holy moly! Seat? Outside? Where? What's going on? Did I already make these arrangements? I was waiting for a call to get time and place etc....! I immediately call him to congratulate him on finding an outside seat but to ask where the seat he has found is? An embarrassing 'we agreed this over text' conversation ensued at which he was right and I was wrong and to which I then had to semi explain my situation from the night before which went something like this...
'Well you see the thing is, I almost got arrested last night from front door step whilst having a dinner party and I'm a little shaken up and dreadfully hungover. Can you give me 30 minutes?" Thankfully he offered to come closer to me whilst I got ready and so we made an arrangement to meet at a local coffee shop down the road from me.
When I arrived I launched straight into my horrific story of the night before and went on and on and on and on.....to which it occurred to me after some time that he might think me a little mad.
He did but he found it hilarious. He also paid for breaky and then walked me home. He then sent me a thank you message and asked if he could see me again. I was quite frankly surprised given what I had just put him through! I mean I had virtually told him I'm a reckless drunk who has run ins with her neighbours and the police. Well that's basically what I was on Saturday night. I replied by thanking him for wanting to see me again and accepted the invitation to another date. I mean how could I say no after that?!?!
Date 2 with "I like mad birds who might be criminals" man is on Wednesday (tomorrow and he's already offered to pay for dinner. Things are looking up!)
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