Club

So last night I went clubbing. I didn't really club tho. I feel bad. I didn't tell my first priority that I'm going to a club. And I went to two! Wtf. I went to two clubs in one night. Okay that was pretty normal because I hopped pubs before with ET squad too.

Fuze then zouk. Two of the most well known clubs. I didn't go to the dance floor because I was guilty. I drank like two glasses of whiskey only because I was guilty. Then we had champagne+vodka+redbull which gives a super good taste. Fucking good that I got a little drunk from that. I threw up a couple times, nicely controlled ones. And had a great fall. Fuck. That's like the most embarrassing part. Salty fish caught me falling. She felt bad because she thought she didn't do well on looking after me. But it was nothing cuz I made the decision to accept her invitation.

My only plan was to take a good look on how clubs are like. Now I know. They're big, wild, mad, a little cold, and dizzy. Those fucking spotlights kill me. Playing dice in such dim condition kills my eyes. I think I'm not going to a club anymore.

HAHAH. I'm happy I didn't go to the dance floor. Met a few peeps there, they're pretty cool but a little touchy. I find myself pulling myself away slightly whenever their hands come. But I guess it's not too bad cuz the people I met weren't touchy at inappropriate places. Just shoulder is fine. And I met a DJ! He seems nice.

It's funny how I remember everything except how I lost my little bottle. It breaks me. I find it interesting I broke a jug, lost a bottle when it comes to too much alcohol. Ugh.. and falling. That fall gave me bruises on my both knees. I can see why my face didn't lie flat on the floor. Ew. I'm such an embarrassment.

The next time I go to a club, I'm going with my bf.