Video Killed the Radio Star
There was an 80's Neon Costume party at Club Culture last night.
And damn, it was awesome!
Alright, I admit it - I didn't expect much from it, really.
But you can't blame me. Every time there was a "party" around here, something bad always happened. One time, there was a power-out and a beach party was canceled. Then there was the AU-SUM party that got canceled at the last minute. Then, there was a Time Out Revival party, but then the free bar ran out in fifteen minutes! And, well, it just hasn't been an awesome party season.
That's why I didn't want to jinx this one by becoming overly excited about it. No, I left the excitement up to Daisy. Hehehe.
I am, however, a costume whore and I love playing dress up, so admittedly, I originally had three 80's outfits ready to wear.
But it turns out that my Whoa-she's-a-walking-billboard outfit was far too big for me; my skirt was falling off my butt and you could fit another person in my top! My Madonna outfit was way too sexy for a "neon party". And my Flashdance outfit just wasn't too reminiscent of the movie.
In the end, since people were saying that Club Culture was a hard place to get in, anyway, I opted to just wear something bright and bubbly. Wrong move, though. When I got there, I realized that everyone actually took the costume part of the party very seriously. It felt like I was back in the eighties, with my older sisters singing along to Gold by Spandau Ballet and I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sister. Forget the fact that most of my friends had no idea what these songs were in the club, but I did. And I belted out the tunes as they came.
Camwhoring was the shits. The helium balloons with happy faces were quite entertaining, as were the bubbles and the glow sticks / bracelets. Gosh, I LOOOVE glow sticks. Seriously, who doesn't love glow sticks? If you just said "me", you have got some serious issues, man. Lol.
Best parts would have to be seeing people I know all decked out in their 80's outfits, in particular Kenny with his pimp outfit and his bling bling and Emika with her gorgeous pink wig. Aside from that, there was the free bar from 21h - 22h. Hells yea! Thanks, Daisy, for getting me to go early. Totally worth it. I had, what, eight shots? More? Pft. Who counts? And of course, there was dancing. Damn, there was dancing! You wanna know another thing I love? DANCING. And not just dancing. Dancing WITH GLOW STICKS. Oh yeahhh. And dancing with cute boys ain't too bad, either. *wink wink*
Good night.
Great night.
AWESOME night.
Of course, nights out in Bangkok aren't complete without the drama.
There was the relationship drama that is usually [and hopefully] forgotten by morning because of the alcohol consumption, anyway.
There was the fake drama between best friends, just for the sake of it - with the screaming and everything, followed by laughter because you just can't stay mad at each other. I LOVE YOU, SHENSTER.
And of course, there was the regular skank who, by the way, has a boyfriend, but still grinds up on every boy possible and even makes out with a guy, who I, by the way, thought had "changed his ways" since last year, but sadly hasn't.
And then there's the Angel who blogs about it, hopes that the guy reads it, so that he can fix the shit he has pulled and so the skank will know that she is nothing but that: a skank.
.....SKANK.
Ahem, yes. I should go to bed. It's five in the morning.
But damn... you should know I had a good night. 0:)