Happy WA Day!! Yes, this is a day late. No, there was no way in hell that I could have posted this blog up yesterday. But we meet again, my faithful readers. I hope you are having a lovely long weekend, if you live in the Wild West. We’re a bunch of ragers here in Perth, don’t believe the rumours. The only thing “boring” in Perth is WHEN YOU GO TO A DRESS UP PARTY AND NO ONE ELSE IS DRESSED UP!

So, let me explain. As you know, my friends and I were so excited for this Harry Potter night at Mint Nightclub that I was forcing them to go to. I looked at the Disney nights that they had done there in the past and people were all dressed up in the photos. So we thought, dammit, we must dominate and reign supreme at this event. We did just that. We organized our costumes. Luke painted his hair white, Anna made Luna Lovegood glasses out of Hungry Jacks cup holders and I drowned myself in glitter which has now found its way to places that I dare not discuss with you. Elena and Roxanne went all out with their costumes as well and managed to look like some of our high school mates did cirqua 2007. Being “Emo” was all the rage, remember? I’m so lucky I was never cool. Aaaaanyway, let me really paint the picture for you:

It’s Sunday night. Luke is spraying his hair with dry shampoo and hair spray and I cannot breathe. No like seriously, someone get me out of here. Anyway, back to painting my face with my $3.99 body glitter. The light in my room is quite dim which gives me a false sense of security when it comes to my reflection. Here I am, happily contouring, lip lining, false lashing and then dousing my face in cheap, nasty glitter. I actually look bloody snitchy and fabulous, if I do say so myself. I then go in my sister’s room to show the girls how amazing I am. Her light is brighter and I look in the mirror. Oh. My. God. Who am I and what have I done to myself? Turns out, the body glitter is only $3.99 for a reason, because it doesn’t actually blend out on your face. I have golden clumps littering what was a lovely face of make-up. It’s like a unicorn came and shat on my face. I am one big, lumpy, golden unicorn turd. Not to mention, the glue has turned into something that feels like cement on my face. Also, it’s burning. Yay, we’re all ready! Taxi time.

At this point, we are all looking and feeling fabulous. Northbridge, get ready, because the life of the party is coming- my squad. Yes, we will be best dressed and the most fun. I hope no one else is going as The Golden Snitch. Surely, people are going to try to be the most random things, because no one wants to be basic and go as Harry, Hermione or Ron. So, the taxi drops us off on James St. where everyone is out eating at the restaurants. I flutter out of the taxi with my fairy wings and look around. Everyone is staring. Some people are smiling, others are like, “what the hell is happening?” Anyway, we strut confidently down the street, waiting for the massive line of Harry Potter fans lining up outside the club. We’re close now and we still can’t see the line. Hmmm, perhaps they’ve gone inside already and they’re drinking Butter Beer and doing body shots off of a Hagrid. We walk towards the bouncers and one says to me “you look great!” I laugh and say “thanks! I hope we’re not the only ones dressed up!” The guy now looks sorry for me and laughs. He was clearly laughing at me and not with me because as I walked in….NO ONE WAS DRESSED UP. NO ONE WAS DRESSED UP. Guys. No one. Was dressed up. Not even a slutty Hermione was in sight. So, we entered. Here’s me in a bloody piece of glowing fabric, fairy wings and unicorn diarrhea on my face, meanwhile everyone else looks like a normal human being. You better believe we went straight for the bar. And yes, I looked everyone who was staring at me dead straight in the eye and delivered my best resting bitch face. How dare y’all leave me hangin’ like this.

So, some basics walk in with ties, some people drew on glasses, a guy is wearing a huge Hagrid wig and a girl is wearing a cape. Meanwhile, The Deatheater, (Roxanne) and I are crumping to S-Club 7 in the middle of the d-floor. Tonks, (Elena) and Luna Lovegood, (Anna), have been in the toilets for half an hour. Somehow, it’s legal to only have two toilets in a nightclub. I’m looking around for Draco, but he seems to be the hit with all the girls and he’s off dancing with the basics who didn’t feel it was necessary to dress up AT A DRESS UP PARTY!! Anyway, The Mint always delivers with music. They had Backstreet Boys, S-Club 7, Whitney Houston and Britney Spears playing. Not to mention, I was wearing my Converse All Stars and ladies, there is nothing better than clubbing in sneakers. I was up dancing all night, my feet didn’t hurt, I wasn’t feeling like I needed to be taken to the Emergency Department and life was good. We were on the dance floor from around 9pm to after mindnight. Good effort, I say.

Look, we all had so much fun planning our costumes and getting ready. Yes, we stood out in the club, but that’s probably not a bad thing. I would rather be in the fun bunch. A few years ago, I probably would have been crippled by embarrassment and probably would have gone home. I’m glad we danced in the middle of the dance floor and it was a solid fun night. I thought having fun in a club was over for me, but I was reminded last night that it’s not about where you are, it’s who you’re with. Also, wearing sneakers helps. A lot. Remember my grasshoppers, dance like no one’s watching, because they’re not. They’re looking at their phones. 😉

Thank you for reading my week of blogs about my days. I hope you know me better, took some lessons from my lessons and had a chuckle. Please, just be yourselves, you’re perfect the way you are. Good night and sweet dreams.

Lots of love,

The Golden Snitch. (Magda.) xx