Today I went into The Order of Melbourne and drank by myself at the bar. MJ was there for a bit but I didnt expect him to hang with me for the whole time. This was a first for me, going to a place and drinking alone, at the bar. Usually what happens in the movies, a guy would come up to a girl who sits by herself, offers to buy her a drink. I was scared. But fortunately it didnt happen.
Kathy and Ace joined me 1 hour later and took me to Red Love. There was a line outside. Kathy and Ace were talking about the time when they were pulled from the back of the line and let into the club, probably because it was Kathy, Jambi and Ace, two girls and one guy. Just as they had finished telling the story, the security guard selected us and told us we could go in.
Schweeet!
The place was packed. The bitch with long hair and tattooed sleeves thought she was top shit and pushed through everyone rudely. The music was good, better than the places I'm used to going to. I said hi to my friend on the DJ decks.
There was a sikunt security guard, with his flat baseball cap covering most of his eyes, army jacket, and chewing that gum with exaggerated jaw movement. He thought he was black.
There was this slut who also amused me. She crossed her legs without pulling down her extra short dress, so it looked like she forgot her pants with that top she was wearing. At first I thought she was drunk, but after confirmation from Kathy and nods of agreement from Ace, this girl was a slut. They said she was a regular at jwow. She's been into jwow four times when I've been in, says Ace. The zipper on her chest was pulled down slightly to reveal a flat chest. At one point, she sat with her legs apart and under that top minus the pants I saw her black undies and crotch. Kathy says she's seen her crotch, minus the undies. Shudder.
Jambi blew her cake in the Flinders Street/Russell Street car parking.
Spice Market wouldn't let Ace in because he didnt have a collared shirt, even though some guys were walking out of the venue with tshirts. Pft. Stuff you pretentious air heads with volumised hair do's and guys with marshmallow shoulders.
We cross the road to Ondergrounds. Yay for watered down drinks and the CD DJ. Dave meet me up here smashed, off his face, drunk, falling over. Oh and did i mention he was wearing his new watch? I noticed only after the 103 times he pulled up his arm to look at it mid conversation.
Cathy and Julie were there too. They convinced us to go to Desire Nightclub. If i had known what it was like I wouldn't have gone. $20 entry fee. Shit music. There was shuffling involved. These asians were TB's. The bouncers were trying to kick Dave out but Julie got the promoters to tell the bouncers to let Dave stay. Julie was trying to get me to do double shots of Jaga. She wanted me to do it with some random guys, her friends, who had bought her the shots. Except she was too smashed to drink them. They were waiting for me. Her arm around my neck in a head lock as I tried to wrestle out of it.
'Fine! Fine! Do these ones then!'
I turned immediately to my right and there was more jaga shots to be had. With another group of people waiting! HAHA! WTF. I did these Jaga shots because they had red bull.
We knew it was time to go home when most of our friends were outside the venue. I caught a cab home with Dave because hes house was on the way to mine.
'Home. In bed. Hugging pillows. Ringing in my ears. Go away.
Whatever's at the bottom of my bed, I'm kicking off.
Time to schweep'
I made five new male facebook friends that night. This is what happens when you sleep.
Or don't sleep.
The whole night I spent $49 exactly which included a drink, entry fee to Desire and the cab fee home. Drinks were being bought by Dave, MJ and randoms.
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