I am posting this so people will stop asking me how was the club experience.
ok picture this, we step in at around 10.30pm and it's rather empty, music blasting as how it would be in a club. funny incident one: this girl falls off her seat in front of us because she is totally drunk and needed a few people to help her up.
so, we find somewhere to sit and chat and i go on about how I can play better music than what the club was playing and I should have to party to prove it. qiuyan goes on about how she wants to become a bartender. watson listens to us crap as samuel seems fixated on his phone(which really sorta irritated me). The DJ stand starts spewing dry ice ( we call it 'the fog') and we stare at each other, rather horrified. me thinking, don't they use this like, in the bloody 70s?! we have yet to learn that the fog has its purposes. when we talk we have to scream at each other which was really tiring. samuel thinks i'm already drunk because I was crapping more than usual and threatened to take away my drinks many times. aha, I have to warn ya, dun take my drink away from me cos i turn nasty. Those two guys go on about how there are no decent looking girls around at all as the club fills up a little. Then, something disturbing, a group of very un-sexy bangladeshi men were trying to hook up some young hot girls right in front of us. really, i was disgusted. we all kinda were. so this was funny situation 2 where we make horrid jokes about the situation. here comes my first theory about the fog: to enable people to take cover when ugly people try to hook up with them. we expanded on it and another purpose was so that ugly people can get people to talk to them. A group of butches and their girlfriends come over and sat behind us, I can't decide if sam and wats were actually happy or sad. I didn't care, i was just wondering if the butches got in free as well.
Funny situation 3:Two girls started dancing (rather well, i must add) on the platform in the middle of the dance floor and it wasn't long before the a large group of bangladeshi men joined and surrounded them. the fog came, and the four of us went "run, run!!", egging them to use to fog to escape. they did after a while.
The DJ finally appears and i threathen to use to fog as cover to kill him and take his place. I still think the music sucks. Funny situation 4: i overheard some guy saying as he came into the club "Is this Banglah night?", you know, instead of Ladies night. At this point of time the blangadeshi men were just dancing by themselves on the platform, thinking that they're so sexy while everyone else on the dance floor stands a certain distance away from them. I spot a fillipino woman dancing somewhere near where we were sitting. all of them disppear (thank goodness) after a while. qiuyan says that's cos they have to get up early to work at the construction site tomorrow and i add that the fillipino woman had to wake up early and make breakfast and send the kids to school the next day. The place finally comes to life, the DJ was finally playing decent music, by my standards, and the dance floor gets packed. i try to make watson to ask some girl to dance. he says that they're all ugly. i say you can't see their faces anyway! I began another theory that no one's ever gonna ask any 4 of us to dance because we look like two couples. samuel says no one would ask me no matter what. thanks. however he thinks that some guy hanging round near us is going to ask watson soon and wats totally freaked out for a while. the guys started getting free drinks cos we ordered them. some really good dancers struting their stuff on the many platforms and people cheer. some were showing off really horrid moves. being the psychologist that i hope to become, i started studying human behaviour. Those people on the platforms are either people who think that they are very cool or horrid nerds. both desire attention. both think they can dance. one group can, another can't. the rest of the people on the dance floor are the normal people. a transversite gets on one of the platforms and most people just stare. i stared in horror. he or she was up there for a while and its so obvious cos she or he is bloody tall. i was seriously affected for a while. Qiuyan finally convinced me to go dance so I did, all the time praying for more fog to cover me and my spastic moves. One of the bartenders got up the bartop and danced a little. people cheered on people, very fun. Clubs should hire bartenders based on how cute they are. seriously. cos i think they are the ones that people pay most attention to. the only faces that are not bouncing up and down, not on the lookout. when they look at you, they look at you. get what i mean?
Then me mum starts calling frantically and (incidently) we decide to go home at 1.30am. I don't really want to think about what happens after we leave the place.
I can't believe that I managed to remember almost everything that went on in chronological order. this proves that i was not drunk at that time.
ok picture this, we step in at around 10.30pm and it's rather empty, music blasting as how it would be in a club. funny incident one: this girl falls off her seat in front of us because she is totally drunk and needed a few people to help her up.
so, we find somewhere to sit and chat and i go on about how I can play better music than what the club was playing and I should have to party to prove it. qiuyan goes on about how she wants to become a bartender. watson listens to us crap as samuel seems fixated on his phone(which really sorta irritated me). The DJ stand starts spewing dry ice ( we call it 'the fog') and we stare at each other, rather horrified. me thinking, don't they use this like, in the bloody 70s?! we have yet to learn that the fog has its purposes. when we talk we have to scream at each other which was really tiring. samuel thinks i'm already drunk because I was crapping more than usual and threatened to take away my drinks many times. aha, I have to warn ya, dun take my drink away from me cos i turn nasty. Those two guys go on about how there are no decent looking girls around at all as the club fills up a little. Then, something disturbing, a group of very un-sexy bangladeshi men were trying to hook up some young hot girls right in front of us. really, i was disgusted. we all kinda were. so this was funny situation 2 where we make horrid jokes about the situation. here comes my first theory about the fog: to enable people to take cover when ugly people try to hook up with them. we expanded on it and another purpose was so that ugly people can get people to talk to them. A group of butches and their girlfriends come over and sat behind us, I can't decide if sam and wats were actually happy or sad. I didn't care, i was just wondering if the butches got in free as well.
Funny situation 3:Two girls started dancing (rather well, i must add) on the platform in the middle of the dance floor and it wasn't long before the a large group of bangladeshi men joined and surrounded them. the fog came, and the four of us went "run, run!!", egging them to use to fog to escape. they did after a while.
The DJ finally appears and i threathen to use to fog as cover to kill him and take his place. I still think the music sucks. Funny situation 4: i overheard some guy saying as he came into the club "Is this Banglah night?", you know, instead of Ladies night. At this point of time the blangadeshi men were just dancing by themselves on the platform, thinking that they're so sexy while everyone else on the dance floor stands a certain distance away from them. I spot a fillipino woman dancing somewhere near where we were sitting. all of them disppear (thank goodness) after a while. qiuyan says that's cos they have to get up early to work at the construction site tomorrow and i add that the fillipino woman had to wake up early and make breakfast and send the kids to school the next day. The place finally comes to life, the DJ was finally playing decent music, by my standards, and the dance floor gets packed. i try to make watson to ask some girl to dance. he says that they're all ugly. i say you can't see their faces anyway! I began another theory that no one's ever gonna ask any 4 of us to dance because we look like two couples. samuel says no one would ask me no matter what. thanks. however he thinks that some guy hanging round near us is going to ask watson soon and wats totally freaked out for a while. the guys started getting free drinks cos we ordered them. some really good dancers struting their stuff on the many platforms and people cheer. some were showing off really horrid moves. being the psychologist that i hope to become, i started studying human behaviour. Those people on the platforms are either people who think that they are very cool or horrid nerds. both desire attention. both think they can dance. one group can, another can't. the rest of the people on the dance floor are the normal people. a transversite gets on one of the platforms and most people just stare. i stared in horror. he or she was up there for a while and its so obvious cos she or he is bloody tall. i was seriously affected for a while. Qiuyan finally convinced me to go dance so I did, all the time praying for more fog to cover me and my spastic moves. One of the bartenders got up the bartop and danced a little. people cheered on people, very fun. Clubs should hire bartenders based on how cute they are. seriously. cos i think they are the ones that people pay most attention to. the only faces that are not bouncing up and down, not on the lookout. when they look at you, they look at you. get what i mean?
Then me mum starts calling frantically and (incidently) we decide to go home at 1.30am. I don't really want to think about what happens after we leave the place.
I can't believe that I managed to remember almost everything that went on in chronological order. this proves that i was not drunk at that time.
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