i think the current stiff neck is a result of intense headbanging (of sorts) at zouk last night/this morning. boyfriend waited 1/2hour to get into phuture but just as we reached the gates, the security guy told us that we had to go into zouk because they already reached their limit in phuture. if the idiots in front of us hadn't multiplied asexually like amoebas (from 4 guys it became 10, how can?), we may very well have been one of the last few to get in.

now, a younger, more naively temperamental version of me may have kicked up a big fuss; but know what? it doesn't matter. after all... we did come down for the mambo. he (boyfriend) was sweet to want to get a stamp so that he could accompany me in phuture if i got bored in mambo. i think it's more to see other girls. harumpf!

but yeah. fluttering eyelashes and big sincere smiles don't really work in getting what you want. but we talked to the front office guy, entertained him and asked him bout this and that and well... you learn and understand quite a fair bit of things that's going on in the nightlife business world. so we screwed phuture, grabbed a drink and then headed into zouk. horrible boyfriend tells me as we sat at the bus stop and drank our teh and milo pengs that he made me drink most of the concoctions that we shared - zombie & graveyard.

i should have known he's semi-immune to tequila shots. will keep that in mind in future. :)

but yes. mambo night was awesome! really good set of music and just dancing away. they didn't play that particular song, i'd have wanted to see his reaction but naw. you know, the random people at dbl o are so much more friendlier than those at zouk. ok maybe the girls. total fashion parade. i felt plain in my top and jeans but heck lah, i'm not there to compete with size zeros, gucci and comefuckme make-up.

i need to make more friends, for many reasons.

i'm kinda annoyed with someone because he keeps giving excuses bout time being all tight and busy for him when next thing i know, the name of his other band seems to pop up pretty often at gigs. i ought to do something about it but i'm gonna get the other guys to settle it. young much? mostly.

pretty tired, the mild allergic reaction to alcohol is bothering me a bit but i live. about 2 hours more till i clock off work. anlene orchard mile run this weekend too and i need more practise with the car. hopefully i can at least drive myself to the shape run. though looking at the way things are, seems just unlikely.

also, nearing broke and running on reserves. next week is gonna see me reallllllly quiet. sigh. and here i thought i was managing my finances. need to be tighter with my budget.

Labels: life, party