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Written by ESTV

Wednesday, 30 June 2010 12:30

Memories from my past

I liked this movie, it made me laugh and it didn’t demand too much from me. I think Alex does a good précis of the plot in the video review above and the official trailer is below so you have all the info you need to decide whether or not you would like to see this movie.

Before you go though, I would like to tell you a story from the old days, not the 1940’s or 50’s; from my old days (so it was not that long ago, no matter what my kids call me).

I’m not proud of this but it is time I came clean.

The Adrenaline of being twenty and invincible

We were in our early twenties and living on the adrenaline that comes from being invincible. In those days alcohol was the drug of choice although our aim was to enjoy the night not obliterate it as they do these days. But never think we didn’t know how to enjoy ourselves, we lived life to the hilt and then some.

I used to have a tiny little flat in Elizabeth Bay which I wrote about in a post on my blog called A love Story then some time later I moved into a flat in Bellevue Hill with my best friend Ron. We took a huge flat, the corridor was so long you could play cricket in it and we often did. The fun part was it had two addresses. The front door was on Drumalbyn Rd and the back door, which was also a main entrance, was on Beresford Rd and they both had a street number.

When we moved in, we decided to have a house warming party, as you do, but with a twist. We were both young liberals in those days, Ron was the President of the Double Bay branch and I was the branch development officer AKA I organized all the parties.

We knew the same people, went to the same parties and generally were inseparable much to the chagrin of our respective girl friends. Everyone knew we were best mates, in fact most people thought we were brothers.

The Big Joke

So you can imagine their surprise when one day they received two invitations in the mail, one to Ron’s House Warming party at his address in Beresford Rd and one to mine, in Drumalbyn Rd.

We both got so many calls to say hey don’t you know Ron / Ric is having a party on that same night. Our reply “Well you will just have to choose which one you want to go to”. I know, it was the sort of joke that only a warped mind in his twenties could find funny but it gets worse. We had another little twist in store for our hapless friends that night.

I stood at Ron’s door and he stood at my end of the flat and when people arrived, they looked at me / him with a very sheepish frown. “What are you doing here?” and then they would add quickly, “I’m coming to your party too”. We didn’t let on, we just said “you don’t think I would miss Ric / Ron’s party do you?”

Honestly it took hours for most of the guests to realise that they were at both parties, usually after they left by one door and arrived back by the other one. We had a great laugh at their expense and the success of the joke insured we were the talk of the town for weeks.

One guy even drove round the block and then parked in the same spot and swore he didn’t realise how close our apartments were to each other.

But that is not the story I want to tell you although it happened at that party.

The Scarlet Letter

There was a pretty girl who was a member of the group and all the guys were keen on her. I would have chased her myself but you usually couldn’t see her for the queue.

At the time I was between “girl friends” so when I got my chance to dance with her I was pretty happy. We got on like a house on fire. At the bar, I got talking to some of the guys who had been out with her and they all said I was on a winner and she was hot. Each one swore she was the best sex he had ever had.

I admit I wasn’t looking for a wife at that time but the salacious stories did change my attitude towards her. After that I just wanted to “join the club”.

The party went on until the early hours and when the last people left, she was still there and too tired to go home. Of course I asked her to stay.

She looked me in the eyes and said “I am too tired but I will go if you think that if I stay we are going to have sex” I said no, it was up to her but in the back of my mind I wondered what was wrong with me, everybody else got it.

She obviously liked me and I had liked her until the boys told me their stories. Now she was just a conquest that was putting up more resistance than I expected.

Finally we went to bed. I slept badly, my ego dented and my mind buzzing with questions mainly around why I had failed so miserably.

The next morning I made breakfast and as only a twenty something could, I brashly asked why she would not have sex with me (I managed not to add “while you did with everyone else”).

She told me that she had come to the city from the country and when she left home she made a promise to her mother that she would not have sex before marriage. She said that maybe she meant it and maybe she didn’t but when her mother was killed in an accident, she felt she could not break the last promise she had made to her.

I don’t know how I felt; I don’t know that I even believed her totally. I can only tell you that as long as I knew her, which wasn’t very long after that, she was always the lady, and the boys still swore that they had had sex with her on their first and only date.

Later, when pressed, I refused to say whether we had sex or not but I knew that did more for my reputation than hers. I could almost feel the seed of guilt being planted. Over the years, when I am in a reflective mood I look back and wonder, was I less of a lad than them or did we all lose some of our innocence that year?

This film reminded me of her and when I laughed I was laughing at me but I wasn’t smiling. See it at your own peril but make sure you lock the skeletons up before you go.