Midnight Escapade
1:52 PM
I've finally discovered why I find clubbing in Auckland a little over bearing to the point of non enjoyment. My floor mates and I headed to Cassette again last night for their cheap teapots. Seriously. I don't know how they come up with a miraculous concoction within minutes and how the taste of alcohol is so "hidden". If all alcoholic beverages tasted as good, I'd be a drunkard without inhibitions.
After teapots, we were off to Margies for some serious booty shaking. I didn't want to go at first. In fact, I wasn't going up until the very last minute. The idea of clubbing alone is daunting. And on a very wintery week night! That seemed pretty absurd in my books. But everyone was complaining about how I never seemed to spend time with them or never hang out in the common room enough. They prolly just wanted the numbers. lol. And since Melzers was going, and there was a chance that the new hotstuff on the floor would be seen around, I decided to wing it and just go.
Our night out turned out to be better than most nights I've had with them but still not up to par yet.
At Cassette. I shall hereby use nicknames. I wouldn't wanna be part of the scandalous drama on my floor From left, leaderOFthePack, Melzers, Jess, Pleasantville and Me.
since we were both thrifty, melzers and I shared a teapot and ended up paying NZD 4 each. we took some tropical concoction which tasted a tad coconut-y.
Sometimes I wish I had Jacob'shair. Or height.
Me, Melzers and Rach. Reason 5 : it's never fun if you're not drunk enough. coz everyone is drunk and high and act like nothing they ever do will come back to haunt them. I, on the other hand, am almost never too drunk. At least not with these guys. Reflects the immaculate trust I have in people aye? LOLs. Bottom line is, to have enough fun you have to be so outta it that the only thing that matters to you is nothing really.
Melzers, goldenBoy and Rach.
After teapots, we were off to Margies for some serious booty shaking. I didn't want to go at first. In fact, I wasn't going up until the very last minute. The idea of clubbing alone is daunting. And on a very wintery week night! That seemed pretty absurd in my books. But everyone was complaining about how I never seemed to spend time with them or never hang out in the common room enough. They prolly just wanted the numbers. lol. And since Melzers was going, and there was a chance that the new hotstuff on the floor would be seen around, I decided to wing it and just go.
Our night out turned out to be better than most nights I've had with them but still not up to par yet.
So, as I was saying, reason number one for my not having an affinity for clubbing in NZ - you never know what to wear. It's always a battle between trying to look your most appealing and making sure you're warm enough when you hit that cold wet road. Hence, revealing tops are normally chucked in a mountainous pile on the bed (coincides with reason no 2 : the mess you get back to when the night is over) and everyone slips into one of those cardigan thinga majigs. Notice the trend.....
this picture is here coz i'm a self professed cam whore. N to exhibit my chunky thighs to the world. =D i shan't complain. I am proud of them. =P
At Cassette. I shall hereby use nicknames. I wouldn't wanna be part of the scandalous drama on my floor From left, leaderOFthePack, Melzers, Jess, Pleasantville and Me. nice one!
reason number 3 : a distinction between violation and being polite ceases to exist. apparently if someone wants to pass by behind you, it's ok for them to put their arms around your waist/back/bum and slowly shuffle you out of their way. to me, that's violation. it's also ok for people to caress you on the dance floor. unless it exceeds 5 minutes. in which case you can kick him in the balls.
reason number 4 : I am short. so instead of dancing and moving about in a sea of eye candy, I am more often than not, dancing and moving around in a sea of boobies. wearing high heels in auckland is not an option. And caucasian women are really tall. And they have no qualms exposing a generous portion of cleavage that's apparent in a headlight kinda way. which means, more often than not, i find myself face to face with pale looking boobs in the form of all shapes and sizes. lucky me! now. if only i was a boy.
since we were both thrifty, melzers and I shared a teapot and ended up paying NZD 4 each. we took some tropical concoction which tasted a tad coconut-y.Sometimes I wish I had Jacob'shair. Or height.
Me, Melzers and Rach. Reason 5 : it's never fun if you're not drunk enough. coz everyone is drunk and high and act like nothing they ever do will come back to haunt them. I, on the other hand, am almost never too drunk. At least not with these guys. Reflects the immaculate trust I have in people aye? LOLs. Bottom line is, to have enough fun you have to be so outta it that the only thing that matters to you is nothing really.
Melzers, goldenBoy and Rach.Reason 6 : It'll just never be the same......
Ok. No more clubbing on weekday nights. I need to make up for lost time now. Have a splendid day!
ps : Melitta and I went to the Philson Library to study for three hours before our escapade. Just so you know =D
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