grotesque to the old and the people who just don't get it, the streets along clarke quay's many twists and turns line up with smoking 20-somethings, stumbling half drunks and the occasional scene of the exchange of fists to each other's face that prove to be of some apparent form of entertainment. it's just another night for people rebelling for liberation, seeking for old and new connections and just having a, in simple terms if we will, good time.
the idea of clubbing isn't an old one, but for the sake of being entertaining, let's leave out the pedantically ridiculous historical facts and get down right to the 'juicy' stuff like who got pussy and who got pussied.
The Pre Warm-Up
after having a random, hilarious conversation with this pissed-drunk indian with his girlfriend wearing an ostentatiously large sun hat, i walked away towards my destination. i had a little alcohol in my system. surveyed the entire club room and emerged it ready and set to go. whatever that would be the eventual consequence of this night would depend on me and what i do. and also on the fact that if the girl i happen to be talking to has a boyfriend with biceps the size of my head. as i was taking a break outside, saw this chick sitting by herself, looking seriously depressed.
Damsel In Distress
i'll be honest. she wasn't the most good-looking girl ever. plump. looked like she just smelt a dead rat. i stood next to her. asked what happened to her and got nothing but a shake of the head before inviting me to sit next to her. she swayed a little then rested slightly against me. talking to her was exactly the same as talking to a wall. i was thinking in my head. go ugly early, and i mean this in no disrespect. i was hoping that her friends were at least cuter than her.
two girls then came towards us and i was like 'yes'. one had braces and had a figure that i would rate 6.7 out of a total 10 popcorns. what? popcorn rating only works when you are rating movies? why? the other girls was a little plump too, but she was cute to say the least. anyway, we started talking and then they left us, with me the babysitter as i usually turn out to be at the start of the night. out of nowhere, a pissed drunk hoodlum started to vomit which caused a gag reflex in her and she puked. thank god i didn't catch a view of her. brought her to the washroom and then brought her back to the club to find her friends. and then started to dance with them for a while, left them to find friends, and then choose to came back about an hour later. totally forgetting about their existence, i got pulled by someone and by who? yep you guess it. soon i was dancing with them, three in my arms, with the cute one eye-to-eye. all of a sudden, i turned around and saw these two girls smiling behind me. smiled at them (it's only polite) and turned my attention to the three girls, stil clutching on to them. couldn't help but turn around a bit. she told me there were leaving about 3-4 o clock. i saw the other two girls smiled once again. the three girls were slowly heading towards the stage. party rock anthem. fist pumped, high five-d with the cute girl. okay, i couldn't take it anymore, turned around once again. the two girls were at the same spot. need more blood to my head. my grip around the girls loosened.
The Night Is Still Young
rarely does it happen that a girl come up to you and give you the green light to hit on her by just giving you that cue like "you're cute". okay it did happen while i was sitting there waiting to get a drink. two things i could say "i know!" or "but you're walking away! why?!". i raised my eyebrow, looked at her and give her a shot of my smile and said "i know!"
i wonder why i woke up so early. got work later. and my goal to end this post off in the same way i started it has failed miserably and i shall now go into a corner and start thinking about the numerous ways of how i can kill myself.
Friday's gonna be a good night.
