ARIAs 2004

First things first. So the red carpet is about as weird and intimidating as you’d imagine. As soon as you step onto it macho photographers start yelling at you to move along, which you try in a confused shuffle-step sheep-like manner, bumping past actual celebrities (who by international standards are totally b-grade, but hey, it’s Australia) while the entire time feeling the gaze of hundreds of young signature seekers pass right through you, like in that Buffy episode where Willow turns into a ghost and can walk through walls. People like me essentially just get in the way. So you just pretend like you do this shit all the time, talking casually to your friends like you’re just walking down Crown St on a Saturday.

As far as I’m concerned, only boring people don’t talk throughout the whole shin-dig and actually stay at their table. You come back to occasional sup from your diamond encrusted chardonnay glass, pick at small portions of food served on large plates and order more champagne. I was only able to do this cuz I was a guest of the awesome EMI (the price of a ticket to the ARIAs is pretty much my writer’s budget for an entire edition of the Brag) so good on them. All of us started table-hopping from the word go, digging the school reunion-esque feel these things have.

Highlights? Jet were the best live performance cuz you can actually dance to that song, Delta did a good power pop ballad show with lots of candles and weird snakey dance movements and Princess Di hair and Rove said funny things. We like that Koolism picked up best urban release, a pretty left-field win. At one stage I was sitting at a table with Selwyn and had to ask my Sony friend who he was. Surprisingly, the whole ceremony seemed to pass pretty quickly.

The after party was held at the Establishment, where I made the sensible decision to stop drinking in favour of other, less hang-over inducing substances. So needless to say I was happy and chatty till the dawn began to break. I bailed up Vanessa from Jebediah and told her I thought we looked alike, I told Sarah Blasko about the time I watched a gay porn film shoot and she bitched about a certain pop princess and Mitch from Cut Copy and I talked computers for a ridiculously nerdy amount of time (he thinks I should get wireless, I disagree).

In all, a totally fun night.

Georgia Clark



About Georgia

I'm a young adult novelist with a weakness for hot nerds and cheese platters, not necessarily in that order. I am currently working on my third novel. I'm pretty excited about having just turned 30 because it means I can justify spending a lot of time thinking about homewares.
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