Selling Our Souls at Jwow

James mention he sold his soul last night when he allowed Jwow to turn into an asian clubbing scene. It was a 20 year old viet girl x2 birthday party so we expected them to do copious amounts of ABC's, wet pussys, jaggabombs and talk like sickunts. I expected vomit and falling over everywhere. Perhaps a punch on. Except it was a different story, these 20 year olds were well behaved, dressed respectfully, spoke and ordered respectfully, and they obviously had money to blow with the amount they tipped. 20 year olds tipping??? c'mon.

James and I decided this group of 20 year old asians were from the east side, because they dont come like this in the west. James said they didnt even smoke. I spoke to one girl, who confirmed that most of them were from the eastern suburbs and most of them were nerds.

The crowd was good. The music was bad. The DJ played anything from slow rnb (Neyo), to the Ying Yang Twins, to 90's pop like Christina Agulira and Backstreet Boys, to 90's rock like what-his-face, then there was a little bit of house/trance.. Songs where repeated up to 4 times and played no longer than 1 minute. I tried to get the name of a song using an app on my phone but he didnt play the song long enough for my phone to recognise it.

My ears, my ears. My standards. Joel whispered in my ear, 'The DJ is crazy'. I said the DJ had a short attention span. And this is how James sold his soul at Jwow.

Selling your soul at Jwow. We've all done that before. My time came when I accepted money from a guy on the floor (and by floor I mean not behind the bar) who wanted me to serve him because he wasnt getting service. Another time, when I accepted money from a guy who asked me to take a photo with him.

Me: This isn't free you know. You have to pay. $5 in the tip jar.

Guy: Can I get change for this $20 note?

I was just joking. But I took his money anyway. Helen insisted that the guy get a few shots to get his money's worth. After I told Helen I sold my soul. But she said I did it for the team.