After months of struggling, I decided to say fuck it and spent a Saturday night downtown in Christchurch. I originally intended to pull out Canadian money for this, but my work mate Kaelan covered me, saying I could hit her back once I was paid.
The predrink was cool. Just a bunch of Kiwi’s sitting around talking shit and drinking slowly. Kaelan kept urging me to down the shots, I threw the energy back at her but she was not as enthusiastic to drink as I was. Before the leaving the party a guy offered me a hit from the bong. I wasn’t really feeling the booze at this point and figured the weed would get me in a good state to enjoy the music.
Things Spiraled Out
The bouncers could tell I was high and kicked me out as I climbed the stairs. Kaelan and her friends were lost in the darkness and couldn’t hear my struggle over the blaring music. I was on the streets wandering, trying to reach Kaelan and ask to try another bar.
After 20 minutes or so I decided Mcdonald’s was the best call I could make in my state and began my trek through the lackluster downtown of Christchurch. The first Mcdonald’s was closed so I went looking for another one. I got lost.
There was a group of Indian guys playing hackie-sack and dancing in a parking lot. It was dark, minus the lights from inside their van, and phone which played Punjabi music. I stumbled towards them and was quickly thrust into a dance battle. I didn’t know how to dance to Punjabi music but the boys were clapping and cheering me on.
We played hackiesack for a bit and I asked how to find Mcdonalds. They insisted on giveing me a ride. I wanted to walk. Then they tried forcing me into their van.
It was a struggle as I griped the doorframe pushing off my would be abductors. I sprinted towards the bushes, and ran between an alley. Finally finding some bushes I laid down for a little while.
Returning to Downtown
I decided I didn’t want to spend my first Saturday night in Down Town Christchurch hiding under some bushes. So I returned to the strip. And then I met a woman.
The Siren Song
Things were blurry. The weed hit me like a ton of bricks and the whiskey caught up to me while I laid under the bushes waiting for the Indian guys to leave. The strip became a cartoon blur of lights as I stumbled about seeking my friend.
Maybe I’ll get in now. Time has passed. Unfortunately, time had allowed me to become even more fucked up. I was in a bad state, and everyone knew it. Then a girl came up to me. “You seem lost.” “I’ve never seen Saturday night downtown in Christchurch. I’m very lost.” “Well come with me.” I followed her voice. Distracted by all the people and sounds around. The Kiwi accent becomes very aggressive when intoxicated. And there were plenty of drunk Kiwi’s around.
It wasn’t until she brushed very close to me and ran her hand over my dick that I paid serious attention to her. O, this chick knows what she wants. We exchanged names, countries of orgin and had a stupid conversation about something as we walked the street. Se kept insisting to go back to hers. I was adamite on finding my friend.
“They left you. You should leave them.” In most cases she was right, but I’m not in a place to be a dick to friends. I don’t have a lot at the moment and restoring my mental health is a top priority. Facing Madame Singapore under the street light, and really looking at her I noticed a strong jawline. Wide shoulders. And her voice was deep.
At first I thought it was because she was from Singapore.
She screamed at me from across the road and then my Singaporian friend vanished. We loaded into an Uber and returned to our apartments. This was the story of my first Saturday night downtown Christchurch.
I’m not going to mix weed and booze next time I head to the clubs.