Karaoke and Cookie Cats

26th June 2016



I learnt 3 things this weekend;

#1 not everyone that cares, listens.
#2 not everyone that listens, doesn't care.
#3 not everyone that karaokes, sings.

If it wasn't for the random yet much-needed invitation out to karaoke night by a lovely young chap, and pita pit (can't get enough of the stuff) the weekend would have been a bit of a bust really (after a full day spent searching for a Dita dress to no avail). I had so much fun on my surprise excursion that I even ended up singing in front of the room full of inebriated strangers, much against the advice from my brain and much to do with the encouragement from fellow karaokers and alcoholic beverages.

I had resigned myself to weekends and free time spent mostly alone with Cookie Cats (like candy crush but with cute cats 🐈) and was ready for bed before 8pm last night. And then along came a friendly albeit completely unexpected message inviting me for a night out, in the hopes that I wouldn't write all aussie blokes off after my shocker past 3 weeks with them, and some well-welcomed sympathy for feeling so alone in the big new scary place I live in.

I was reluctant at first, and sat there coming up with excuses in my head in order to stay in my nice warm safe boring lonely comfort zone bubble, but then all of a sudden I found my hands rebelling against me replying with "I'll just grab a shower". And I'm glad they did. Best night in aussie yet.

Thank the good lord for random empathetic blokes. And pita pit.

Moral of the story; you can be someone's hero, baby. You can kiss away the pain. You will stand by them forever. You can take their breath away.

Just getting a bit of practice in before the next karaoke night out ;)

Until next time,
Ruby xx

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