Disgustingly bomb night; a first of a few...
Finally able to record my experiences last night...
It was my friend ...Gre..nda..'s birthday & since I can't attend her clubbing party tonight, we had dinner instead. Dinner was supposed to be at 7, but Grenda has a strange aversion to crowded areas so getting to the heart of downtown where we decided to eat took multiple detours, reluctant turns & two hours of walking. On our way we caught up with each others' lives & joked around &-- oh yeah-- saw a drunken man's penis. I first saw the man standing by the tree and I wondered what he was doing. More importantly, why the hell was his finger so big? And with water spouting out of it? ...Well. Because. It wasn't a finger & it wasn't water. I pointed him out to Grenda & we had a good laugh about it.
Finally reaching downtown, Grenda seized me by the arm & pointed out to me another man-- a man who was also, at least once, involved with urine, but unlike the drunken man, this one wasn't drunk but getting a drink, and he was not just some hobo for he has his own tv show: Survivorman. Personally I didn't know him but I knew of him from my brother who watches the show. Survivorman, apparently, ditched the urine drink in for a nice, expensive cup of coffee. He entered Starbucks. I yelled out his name. A passer-by turned to us & confirmed that it was Survivorman. I turned to Grenda & remarked, "See I told you!" which made her flush with incredulity at my audacity to reverse the roles on her. Ha-ha. She's funny when she's flustered. Oh & we saw a girl on the sidewalk puking... Ew.
Two hours later after the designated dinner time, we decided between Jack Asstor's & Milestone; we went with Jack Asstor's. However, our dinner was repeatedly disturbed by phonecalls from my family. My cousin Brain, the 'birthday girl' wanted to be at the effing club an hour early (what, so we can get good seats? -______-; ), my sister was making me leave dinner to go to Brain so I could keep her company and feed her, my mom called to scold me of not having told my dad that I left earlier to have dinner with Grenda (since I assumed that my siblings would tell them considering all three were home until late anyway!). I was pissed off & the dinner was ruined. I confided in Grenda a deep, dark secret that no one else in the world knows besides my family. I was angry & =( I distressed her. She comforted me, though, & that made me feel worse about being pissed while having dinner with her. She even accompanied me to the hotel knowing how pissed I was & how much more pissed I would be once faced with my family. I love Grenda. I'm going to make up for that dinner...
Let me just say that people who fcking stress over fcking party shyt, when parties are supposed to be stress-fcking-free annoy the fck out of me. Who the fck goes to a club before fcking 10? Honestly. That set me off in a really bad mood at the beginning of the night. The blaring music wasn't my scene. I wanted to read Oliver Twist instead. Sitting in a row with a bunch of dolled-up girls while guys passed by & checked all of us out made me feel like a piecec of dangling meat in the market. The pushing & dirty dancing looked putrid to me. I think I was molested a little bit by a lot of guys last night. I was in a sour mood until my sister reprimanded me & suggested that I overcome that bad mood at least for courtesy to our cousin Brain. So I did.
Three shots of vodka, 2 glasses of juice with vodka, & another 3 glasses of coke mixed with vodka pretty much did the trick for me. I leaned in to the person next to me & chatted with him briefly. His name is ...Garreth, he's an engineering student, he's Chinese, he was drunk, he couldn't dance because of his shoes, and he's one year younger. Of course. (Reminded me of Edmund.) My friends reached the place & I was tipsy enough to be hyper, inebriated enough to actually dance despite tumbling all over, but not drunk enough to burst out in tears. Congratulations to me on finding the perfect balance of intoxication! I danced. Highlights of my dancing night: a guy invaded our circle & started dancing with me, but convinced that it was friends-dancing-time & not strangers-dancing-time, I put up my hands & rejected him. The next guy I danced with was later on, Garreth's friends I believe, who'd taken off his shirt & was dancing in a black tank top. Not strikingly hot or anything. I just happened to be standing by him, he danced, I went along with it & we danced... For a moment I thought, "what the hell, just this once!" & just let loose. I even went so far as to put my arm around his neck, & he put his around my waist. He pulled me closer & pressed me against him that I could actually feel his crotch on mine. That's when I snapped out of it & stopped. I took a nice, long shower as soon as I came home. (But the feeling of guilt, shame, & dirt still lingers when I recall my... intimate dancing. =_=)
Other highlights of the night: my cousin Brain got smashed & semi-passed out on the washroom floor, her head on the toilet. Eek. Then the bartender came & threatened to throw her out, so we had to get her out of there. My friend Jase got some lovin': got a girl's number, kissed her, & made out goodbye. Also, Brain's ex-boyfriend, whose party happened to be right next to our booth, got kicked out; hauled out by the security by the armpits & all. The dance floor split up like the red sea, everyone watched, & he was dragged out of there. Why? He was wailing around, looking for a fight (distressed over my cousin's behavior), & I believe he kicked their table over so everything shattered & spilled. Then Brain puked on my brother's shoes. Aw. Very eventful night.
At the end of the night, (well, mid-morning really) we made our way to the hotel. Downtown even at 3am was live! There were horses & blocked roads & people everywhere. I was sobering up at this point (no hangover for me =)).
To wrap it all up, my sister lost her cellphone, her boyfriend lost his cardigan, & I lost a little bit of my dignity. But hey, fun night, nonetheless. That about sums up my first real clubbing experience. It was live, but it was obscene. I loved the energy & I'm envious of the people who could dance & make out like there were no consequences of significance to their actions. I don't know how I'd handle my next clubbing experience, if ever I decide to attend another one.
It was my friend ...Gre..nda..'s birthday & since I can't attend her clubbing party tonight, we had dinner instead. Dinner was supposed to be at 7, but Grenda has a strange aversion to crowded areas so getting to the heart of downtown where we decided to eat took multiple detours, reluctant turns & two hours of walking. On our way we caught up with each others' lives & joked around &-- oh yeah-- saw a drunken man's penis. I first saw the man standing by the tree and I wondered what he was doing. More importantly, why the hell was his finger so big? And with water spouting out of it? ...Well. Because. It wasn't a finger & it wasn't water. I pointed him out to Grenda & we had a good laugh about it.
Finally reaching downtown, Grenda seized me by the arm & pointed out to me another man-- a man who was also, at least once, involved with urine, but unlike the drunken man, this one wasn't drunk but getting a drink, and he was not just some hobo for he has his own tv show: Survivorman. Personally I didn't know him but I knew of him from my brother who watches the show. Survivorman, apparently, ditched the urine drink in for a nice, expensive cup of coffee. He entered Starbucks. I yelled out his name. A passer-by turned to us & confirmed that it was Survivorman. I turned to Grenda & remarked, "See I told you!" which made her flush with incredulity at my audacity to reverse the roles on her. Ha-ha. She's funny when she's flustered. Oh & we saw a girl on the sidewalk puking... Ew.
Two hours later after the designated dinner time, we decided between Jack Asstor's & Milestone; we went with Jack Asstor's. However, our dinner was repeatedly disturbed by phonecalls from my family. My cousin Brain, the 'birthday girl' wanted to be at the effing club an hour early (what, so we can get good seats? -______-; ), my sister was making me leave dinner to go to Brain so I could keep her company and feed her, my mom called to scold me of not having told my dad that I left earlier to have dinner with Grenda (since I assumed that my siblings would tell them considering all three were home until late anyway!). I was pissed off & the dinner was ruined. I confided in Grenda a deep, dark secret that no one else in the world knows besides my family. I was angry & =( I distressed her. She comforted me, though, & that made me feel worse about being pissed while having dinner with her. She even accompanied me to the hotel knowing how pissed I was & how much more pissed I would be once faced with my family. I love Grenda. I'm going to make up for that dinner...
Let me just say that people who fcking stress over fcking party shyt, when parties are supposed to be stress-fcking-free annoy the fck out of me. Who the fck goes to a club before fcking 10? Honestly. That set me off in a really bad mood at the beginning of the night. The blaring music wasn't my scene. I wanted to read Oliver Twist instead. Sitting in a row with a bunch of dolled-up girls while guys passed by & checked all of us out made me feel like a piecec of dangling meat in the market. The pushing & dirty dancing looked putrid to me. I think I was molested a little bit by a lot of guys last night. I was in a sour mood until my sister reprimanded me & suggested that I overcome that bad mood at least for courtesy to our cousin Brain. So I did.
Three shots of vodka, 2 glasses of juice with vodka, & another 3 glasses of coke mixed with vodka pretty much did the trick for me. I leaned in to the person next to me & chatted with him briefly. His name is ...Garreth, he's an engineering student, he's Chinese, he was drunk, he couldn't dance because of his shoes, and he's one year younger. Of course. (Reminded me of Edmund.) My friends reached the place & I was tipsy enough to be hyper, inebriated enough to actually dance despite tumbling all over, but not drunk enough to burst out in tears. Congratulations to me on finding the perfect balance of intoxication! I danced. Highlights of my dancing night: a guy invaded our circle & started dancing with me, but convinced that it was friends-dancing-time & not strangers-dancing-time, I put up my hands & rejected him. The next guy I danced with was later on, Garreth's friends I believe, who'd taken off his shirt & was dancing in a black tank top. Not strikingly hot or anything. I just happened to be standing by him, he danced, I went along with it & we danced... For a moment I thought, "what the hell, just this once!" & just let loose. I even went so far as to put my arm around his neck, & he put his around my waist. He pulled me closer & pressed me against him that I could actually feel his crotch on mine. That's when I snapped out of it & stopped. I took a nice, long shower as soon as I came home. (But the feeling of guilt, shame, & dirt still lingers when I recall my... intimate dancing. =_=)
Other highlights of the night: my cousin Brain got smashed & semi-passed out on the washroom floor, her head on the toilet. Eek. Then the bartender came & threatened to throw her out, so we had to get her out of there. My friend Jase got some lovin': got a girl's number, kissed her, & made out goodbye. Also, Brain's ex-boyfriend, whose party happened to be right next to our booth, got kicked out; hauled out by the security by the armpits & all. The dance floor split up like the red sea, everyone watched, & he was dragged out of there. Why? He was wailing around, looking for a fight (distressed over my cousin's behavior), & I believe he kicked their table over so everything shattered & spilled. Then Brain puked on my brother's shoes. Aw. Very eventful night.
At the end of the night, (well, mid-morning really) we made our way to the hotel. Downtown even at 3am was live! There were horses & blocked roads & people everywhere. I was sobering up at this point (no hangover for me =)).
To wrap it all up, my sister lost her cellphone, her boyfriend lost his cardigan, & I lost a little bit of my dignity. But hey, fun night, nonetheless. That about sums up my first real clubbing experience. It was live, but it was obscene. I loved the energy & I'm envious of the people who could dance & make out like there were no consequences of significance to their actions. I don't know how I'd handle my next clubbing experience, if ever I decide to attend another one.