i'm twitching, but i don't mind.
this other life i was talking about.
the late nights
stumbling around
fumbling for cash for cab rides
the intense pang of hunger at midnight
and all that gobbling down of fries.
the drinks from before, were good too.
but i'm getting sleepless nights and aching throats from this,
it's to be the opposite, no?
and so this week was filled with many 'firsts'.
and alot of head bobbing to live music.
it was only twice, at dxo (chris ho and the sexies) and at zouk's levi's party where electrico was playing.
electrico, electrico, electrico. seeing them play was pretty mind-blowing and orgasmic-the music i meant.
and orgasmic, that's just a hyperbole. but the free drink, a tiger, was downright deplorable (it doesn't sound right, but well. for the lack of other words popping in my head and for the sake of alliteration).
it was my first anyway, a full cup to myself, to hold, to drink and multiple failed attempts to get rid of it.
i owned the vodka though.
that night, i threw caution to the wind.
a string of bad days and 2 nights at the end to level it all up.
at least we didn't spill out onto the street being all overtly daft, or more so, as blithering idiots with over-stretched grins.
did i tell you electrico was plain awesome?
(and oh, it was so much easier to not care at all.)