After rolling around in Heeren for a bit, I'm back home to rest before... before... urgh. Terrible night. Why? Curses to ChinaBlack, Attica and Liquid Room.
My ops orders to Ah Fatt - reach Chinablack locality by 2330h. He got there at 0030h. I should've have slain him on the spot.
So the entourage is here, I've been queueing for one hour, and there is still a veritable snake of a queue to plow through before we can get into what must be a jam-packed flesh bazaar. Useless. We decide to cab down to Attica to try our luck, since the birthday girl who held back the lot of them knows the DJ there and will get us instant entry.
Attica: 25 only please. I'm 6 years too young for these old bastards. Well, whatever. We walk to Liquid Room, and with a little bag-squeezing-into-locker drama we get into the place. Which is also packed like shit, I'm sorry to say.
I didn't have fun. Why? Okay, here's where I confess that I can't dance. If a girl were suddenly to pull me over and motion for me to dance with her, I would be stunned, I would be completely at a loss on what to do. Only thing we stupid guys ever learnt was, just shake yourself around! -_-
The difference between guys and girls seems to be that girls don't need alcohol to dance without prohibitions. And me, I think I need a minimum of 7 neat shots of tequila/vodka before I can really let loose. The worst thing is, I don't turn red when I'm drunk - I turn WHITE. Gross, huh. Something must be up with my liver.
I guess it's really the company that matters. This time just didn't cut it.
posted by Brian @ 7:06 PM
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