"This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun".
Last night I went to a 'Farewell House' party, but it may as well have been 'Farewell Youth'. I didn't know that growing up was as fun as it has been, and last night I reached the realisation I am entering a new phase, with new friends and foes, new fashions and new follys.
Since the days of high school Anna and her family have opened up their massive, beautiful property so that we could get drunk, get dancey and celebrate whatever the hell we wanted (half the time lacking a good excuse). Saying goodbye was always going to be hard, memories of first kisses and first 'wayyy to drunk' nights with a good mixture of ages thanks to Anna's older sibling and his friends.
It started badly, afternoon drinking made way for an early start to festivities which weren't the same as we remembered. Young children (little brothers) drunk off their heads, wearing shiny tracksuits and ugh boots crushed our mental images of a mountains reincarnation of our Sydney-lives. It tooks us hours to realise that they were just us 5 years ago.
And like every house party, you get your Police and you get your angry Annas Dad who put an end to the raucous behaviour at midnight. Except unlike us, they were turfed out rather than experience the great group sleeping experience in the guesthouse. Finally, it was just us. Year Twelve 06 (with the exception of our favourite few).
Midnight changed last night for all of us. Spending hours around the open fire thinking of ways to escape the madness of the Lads and underage drinkers were finally over once the clock struck. We made our way to the guesthouse out in the garden, where we'd left our decks when they were taken over by the Trance Brigade, pillows in tow to slowly drift off to sleep. Nothing is ever as you plan.
In a final farewell the decks were turned back on. Lumpy dropped MGMT, softly breaking the cold air, our feet moving quietly on the carpet. I truly don't remember a single word being said. The music just got louder, enveloping everyone in a mixture of swaying, stepping and twirling.
Soon enough we were laughing and dancing, singing at the top of our lungs. Coupled up with significant others or our best friend, we hit the evenings high point in style like we haven't done in a while. Hands were raised, hips were sashaying.
Leila and Maxxy-Fresh, Lumpy and Buchanan, Rads and Mil, Anna and Caz, Tom and Tom, Steph and Pahli, Emily and Grant, Greeny and Murphy.
Last night was our coming of age.
Me: Top, Stella McCartney. Shorts, Sass & Bide. Boots, Minnetonka (photo's taken from Peche's 18th).
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