My friend is a movie star. If she heard me say that she would probably whack me across the arm and say ” a movie extra”, but she’s a “Movie Star” in my eyes.
Last night I was privileged to be invited along to the premier of a movie my friend was an extra in. It was an evening that felt like a comedy that I was playing one of the main characters in.
My day starts with a full appointment book and I had to get away in time to drive to Kangaroo Point in Brisbane City to meet my friend and 2 other girlfriends. From here we planned to depart via taxi to the pre-party, movie premier and after party event.
I get away late to start with but without any delays, I should make it just on time. Recently changing my mobile telephone service provider to another carrier I considered to have better coverage, I chose to leave my Garmin navigator at home and put the address into Google maps navigation on my phone.
The navigator took me into the airportlink M7 tunnel at Nundah which is an outer suburb on Brisbane’s north-side. A few kilometres into the tunnel I realised the kilometres on the navigator hadn’t changed. Lost signal! I don’t know my way around the city very well and don’t like city driving. I missed my exit and ended up travelling under Brisbane City popping out somewhere on the other side.
Navigator recalculated and took me right through the middle of Brisbane city at 5.30pm Friday afternoon. I got to Kangaroo Point Apartments, parked my car and walk down to the Story Bridge Hotel to meet up with the girls. Along the way I checked my phone and read a rather garbled message from my friend.
My friend has been improving her health with a change of diet and no alcohol for quite some time but today had consumed
a few, quite a few, way too many drinks and was smashed when I arrive.
One of the other ladies decided to meet us at the pre party event where by this time we should be. The fourth member of our group was with my friend and helped me
walk carry her back to the apartment where we tried to convince her to give it a miss and go to bed. “But I have to be there” she wails…
Undress, shower, dress, coffee, taxi. Thank goodness the movie had already started. Friend staggers in under the cover of darkness. Friend has the duration of the film to sober up. After party? Are you kidding? I’m not going to let her near another drink. No arguments from her. She’s ready for bed.
Another event where taking loads of pics was not appropriate.
She reminds me of a west side story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She’s living the life just like a movie star