Monday, November 24, 2008
A little back dating is in order here today on my blog which has always been the dump for the crap of a life I have and THE spot to satisfy your craving for a laugh or two.That is if you have god complex and totally enjoy watching lesser people suffer from normalcy.
Okay lets not delve into the inner workings of you breathing and walking arses today and stick with the story.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Erhrm.. *Composes himself*
Having my reputation preceding me as an ardent clubber which, for the record, touches on the same truth like Iraq having weapons of mass destruction. Having that set straight, I must admit that I've been brainlessly squandering my sleep on nights of clubbing.
How did I got branded with such an image you say?
As all stories should, lets begin mine from the start.
The blogger in me has always been semi journalistic in nature, with the urges to cover events ranging from the mundane to the spectacular, I dragooned Thomas into heading down to the local night scene with me on Halloween night.
Germaine who unfortunately happens to be Wanyi, the apple of my cliques' eyes, accompanied us that very night as well having the same inclination to indulge in a mass debauch of an event with us.
The gem of the club, Germaine! Opening bids on her mobile number starts at 5 grand.
Charging downtown after work, me and Malcom (Eliz's charming boyfriend if I may say so myself.) joining the frantic fray in assembling our very own unique costume.
Malcom here needs a mask with ventilation. Ain't his expression cute!?
Which turned out to be as unique as at least 10 other people. So much for creativity.
Time fled in the sight of hard work and it was 11 in the sweltering night when all was set and ready to go. Packed with costumes and acessories ranging from brilliant to simply inane, we jumped in the snaking que awaiting to be let into Double O like a bunch of hyped up children brimming with excitement.
They got the place surrounded!
Loch ness giraffe?
New friends that practically lives there.
Whether it was sheer brilliance on Germaine's part or outright dumbness on the other guy's part, Germaine engaged with in a little small talk with a fella right at the head of the que and that guy simply gave her a spot right behind him!
Ladies and gentlemen, lets give a round of applause to Germaine for the the definitive demonstration of feminine charm/masculine stupidity!
Barely 10 minutes spent amongst the horde of impatient clubbers who were waiting for what? The past hour? And we we had lift off!
Swimming through the crowd made up of the ordinary Friday night bulk but with a twist that very day, festivities has brought a generous sprinkle of aspiring and some very successful undeads, monsters and cos-players.
Thomas's going as a doctor and I'm going as a sucker!
*Growls*
Too bad Thomas is going as a gynae. Really could use a dentist around there.
Akin to a British night sky filled with flak shells on an air raid, flashes from an assorted amount of cameras punctured the relative darkness, the shroud that hides all manners of sins and infidelity from others as well as one's self, exploded in brilliance from end to end.
Baring the mildew infested adage of "If you can't beat them, join them!" in mind, we trolled amongst the crowd, hopping from this cluster of camera sparkles to the next. We weren't much less spectacular ourselves so we were literally dragged to take pictures with complete strangers whom went as themselves while others were there in disguise.
'Capt! Can I see your pirate's booty?!
The nurse literally dragged Thomas up close and personal to take a pic with him. WHY CAN'T I BE THE DOCTOR!?
What you don't see is an oversize celling touching scythe Mr Grim Reaper there was carrying.
Horrors in anguish!
It was a night where photo taking even superseded the importance of alcohol.
Weird huh?
Anyways, after going a couple rounds in the club and snapping all the pictures we could with the ingeniously dressed and accessoriesed weirdos we've encountered, we got back to business at hand and begin dowsing ourselves with our collective favorite poisons.
Which happened to be as easy as picking up bowling ball with a pair of chopsticks. People were packed like sardines against the bar counter and perhaps the only option to get to a bartender was to climb over the thristy throng. Or cut them down with a Uzi or two.
Alexis went as her angry self. Scarrier than any ghoul or demon costume anyone can come up with in my opinion.
Perseverance did prevail at the end of a long 20 minutes wait, and we were sparingly watered down with an assorted range of cocktails but was only barely hitting the "You must be this high to dance" mark. What a long night its gonna be.
Coupled with the fact albeit the outside air was sweltering, the temperature inside the club nearly roasted us like a couple of carrots. The saying "Out of the pan and into the fire." never seem so adequate before.
For a moment there I thought we were in a sauna.
Thomas roasting with Jia Ying.
Far from intoxication and sweating like a roasted pig, we've spend the night dancing away to groovy music and having a hell of a time.
Even outside the club, the doctor's charm was irresistable!
He really looked like he needs medical attention.
Me with the bugger Wanyi who didn't go with us!
Okay she doesn't like being called a bugger!
And adding sweet icing to the already sweetened cake, it was were I first met the one that stoled my heart right outta my chest. =)
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 12:17:00 PM