Partying is insane. I think I’m gonna just stop for two months and see what goes.
Butter Factory at OneFullerton is one lousy place to club at. It should just convert into some high-end pub for the likes of Paul Twohill and that guy on MTV (or AXN) who has a twin. Or whatever it is. It’s the second time I’ve been there, only it makes me miss the old premises at Mohammad Sultan road more. Butter Cookies!
Last night wasn’t entirely clubbing at all. I drunk much more than I’d danced. You called while I was dancing to the retro tracks so I went out just to speak to you. You told me, “Love. Don’t grind too many guys tonight. I’ll come see you tomorrow.” But all I could think of was how I would go into your arms when you came and just enjoy myself at the party.
I’ll skip the details and say that all in all, I drank 4 tequila pops (of which 2 were downed consecutively – after my call with you), almost half a jug of bourbon with coke and another half jug of green tea whiskey. I think it was the tequila that killed me. But I was sober enough to know that some guy was groping me from the back so I moved away. Honestly, I didn’t do much dirty dancing last night. Believe me.
I was pretty sober until they went for supper. I figured that if I didn’t puke the stuff out, I wouldn’t survive a good night’s sleep. And I made a huge discovery about alcohol and supper. Drinking too much alcohol doesn’t go very well with really sweet beancurd at all. I couldn’t quite remember who I cabbed home with but I only knew there were Xue Min (who walked me up to the 11th storey) and Yoshi.
I reached the staircase up to my flat and guess who I saw? At probably 0300 hours in the morning, JoJo was sitting by the stairs waiting for me. Apparently, you’d foreseen something might crop up so you sent your buddy down to check on me. Appreciate it loads.
Well, I’d probably slumbered on Jo’s shoulders at the stairway for what seemed like quite a while before he finally lugged me back home. He even helped remove my makeup for me before I was really knocked out. And then he drove home without telling me. Geee. Thank you, JoJo!
See. That’s what awesome mates are for. They embrace even the ugliest bit of you.
But. I still have the alcohol quashing all over me.
Sucky sensation.
