INGRID DOULTON | Shoegaze Editor | Contact
In a selfless act of kindness, Peta Alice-Jones did something remarkable last night and picked a dirty schooner glass up off her living room table, filled it with water, placed it on her bedside table – then proceeded to pass out almost immediately.
It was the first school night the 24-year-old project manager had been out on in months.
“It’s not something I like to make a habit of,” she said.
Ms Alice-Jones spoke to our reporter this morning downstairs at the cafe on the ground floor of The Advocate’s Daroo Street newsrooms.
“But yeah, we just got caught in a flat spin. Pilots will know what I’m talking about. There was no escape. Next thing I know, I’m trying to unlock a flat phone at 3 am outside the Chèvre Galopante Club in the French Quarter,” she said.
“Luckily, Bridgette’s phone was still chugging along in the red zone which got us an Uber. But yeah. Home when the birds were chirping. So it’s safe to say I feel like I’m fucking dying right now. Why do I do the things I do?”
However, the now-lifeless Capricorn said he did the old ‘I’ll get myself a drink of water for the morning’ routine – only to wake up this morning, down the schooner of life-giving water then discover that it didn’t really have the curing effects she thought it would.
“I honestly thought I’d be right after the water,” she said.
“It was even nice and cold. I’ve still got the grog horrors real bad. I can’t remember huge swathes of last night,”
“I reckon this is my own personal casus belli to stay home this weekend and have a quiet one.”
More to come.