"The Beast"......Not only didn't I know the blokes name that I had my tongue down his throat, but the other fellow who was sitting next to me, that I proceeded to pash too while I fondled Mr smileys leg.... well, yeah... I didn't quite catch his name either.
It turns out I was pretty damn pissed and stoned that night. But isn't life funny, how it allows you to remember all that embarrassing stuff the next day?!
Well anyway... after much pashing and leg fondling, me and mr smiley, who at last told me his name, went out on to the balcony yet again, and we shared a smoke and a cone.
Selma, by this time, had had enough of the night, and decided she wanted to go home.
What Selma wanted, Selma usually got.
Anita was having none of it~ she and Selma often fought, and this time was no different. Anita told her in no uncertain terms, she was staying. She was having fun.
Selma did her usual and played the guilt card, but nup.... Anita told her if she wanted to go home, to go. But she was staying.
Selma looked at me. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase Ute, can you come home with me???"
At this point, Mr Smiley and friends piped up,"We'll give you a lift home."
FARK!
That was THE best thing! A fucking "
PU"... a Pick Up!
"We're parked down at the East End markets. C'mon."
So, me and Sel, and Mr Smiley and Mr Romany nose all walked, or tried to, to where Mr Smiley had his car parked.
He had his very own dooflicky thingymajig that opened up the roller door to the market!
Muffled whisper to Sel, that, "Holy crap...he must be doin' alright aaaaaay! He has his own watchyamacallit fingy!"
We were impressionable 80s chicks,
EVERYTHING impressed us. Especially blokes with cars.
Back then, I hadn't yet realised my Ute passion. I was yet to discover cars, but this very night my friends, was the night I learnt to love. The night I not only found my one true love in life, but also, my love of fast cars. Red, shiny, fast cars.
As the roller door slid up, and the dim light of the street shined into the darkened market stall, there sat "
The Beast".
*audible intake of breath*
"
The Beast" was a '79 VB Holden Commodore. I didn't know that. I didn't give a shit what it was. It was just freakin' awesome!
It was red 'n shiny 'n sounded uber hot. It had a sunroof(which I later learned leaked), and sports exhaust and extractors. Mag wheels, which to this day, none have compared. You can't find 'em like that anymore.
Anyhoo. Smiley dude opened the passenger door for me. *drunk mind instantly sobers up and recalls Dear old Dad's rules of a "Gentleman"*
He waited for me to fall in, and then closed the door behind me. While I attempted to regain my dignity, and sit upright, I whispered to Sel, "Did you shee that... he opened the door for meee!"
It was only a short drive to where we wanted to be dropped off. We had rules of course, never allow the PU to know where we lived. Drop us off at Unley Road, and we'd walk off in a different direction to where we actually lived. Just in case.
But this was a totally different occasion. I wanted to see this spunk again. He took my breath away. I felt all squishy. And his smile.... oh God, his smile.
Smiley sat with The Beast idling... Sel was flirting away with Smiley's friend, I was leaning into the drivers window.
"So, will I see you again?" I asked.
He smiled that big teethy grin and said, "Yeah, I think you will." That was it.
After goodbyes, they drove off. He showed off. He did a burn out. =p
I said to Sel I was heading home. I wanted to go to bed and sleep. I was so fucking wasted.
She wanted me to go back to her house.
Nah mate... I want to sleep in my own bed.
I went home and fell into bed. I lay there, dizzy from the nights experiences. I just hoped now, that on our next visit to the Griffins, that I would meet up with
Magnaboy. ;)
....To Be Continued.......Ute...
