I'm Shy When I'm Sober!

At a rooftop party this past Friday, I had the displeasure of being SOBER! I'm on meds for an eye infection that appeared in the course of the previous week, which means that I'm off booze for a week. Yes dear readers, I like my drinks. Drinks find me, really, but that night I stayed sober! I had a liter of juice though.

Armed with juice and stories, my girlfriend and I embarked on what would be one of the most hilarious parties I've recently attended. First, I felt REALLY awkward being in work clothes and walking around with my work bag (No car to put it in, and I'm not leaving my bag with it's contents unattended). Secondly, there were lots of young, recently out children. Third, Lesbians were the dominant species! Fourth, I had a 2 minute crush on a very boyish, studded lesbian which quickly vanished when his girlfriend appeared. I used "his" deliberately. Fifth and last, I am horrible at picking up guys/ flirting with guys when I'm sober.

Across the dance floor, there was this elegant chap in black who looks very handsome. I told my girlfriend that I found him attractive! She went and did the priceless thing of being wingman and went to chat him up. She gave me the thumbs up and I approached. "Hi, I'm cuppatea, enjoying the party?" I asked. He said yes. I was thinking to myself what a daft line that was whilst tryna come up with the next sentence. A few awkward sentences later I had his number and fled. It's a lot like the scene below.

Later, I was casually walking out the tents to get some fresh air when I meet a friend chatting with one of his friends. "You look edible" the bloke tells me. I was taken aback. In fact I laughed at him, and asked "really?", to which he nodded. I normally would have carried on walking but I stood and listened to what he had to say.

He even made me sit on his lap!

During the cab ride home, I looked at his card and thought about how unpredictable he is. I still haven't called him because, well, I'm shy. What do I say, "Hi?" Oh come on...

ALSO, when sober, I can sneak into the house far more quietly than anyone else in the family.

|Deja Vu - Kenny G|

In A Time Out

Sometimes, I need time out from friends and places.
I have been keeping my distance from many friends because I need space. I need time away to think.

Some alone time doesn't hurt! Not many feel the same though.

My moods are back, and to be quite honest I'd rather distance myself than burden everyone with them. I'm not very good company when I'm moody. I'm still trying to understand myself all these years later, and yes whilst I'm a good ear, listener, friend e.t.c I JUST need my own time/space/whatever to sort myself out. People are catching feelings....and I'm not concerned. Cold, but now what do I tell them? "Sorry, I'm not feeling you or life at the moment, let my mood swings not offend you", it sounds silly, hence distancing myself.

Hopefully I'll be back to jovial self soon? I'll spring back up. Eventually.

This post is some sort of explanation that seems satisfactory to me. To others, it may not. Deal with it.

|Shiver - Natalie Imbruglia|

My Pillow Smells Of Whiskey

I shudder whenever I hear the term "Open Bar". I got so drunk Saturday night...

I check into the bar/restaurant/place with my two mates. I didn't want to go alone, so i sorta derailed them. We're one of the first to arrive, even the host hadn't checked in. I see the waiters and waitresses put bottles of booze all over the table. A few minutes later, a dull thud. There is a tall bottle of black label waiting to be opened. We're looking around to see if anyone's opened their bottles. Two ladies were busy getting wine...I opened the bottle and dispensed some. Neat! Over ice. Because it tastes good that way.

That's how the evening went south. One moment I'm chatting with my friends, the next moment I'm WAKING UP in my bed, fully dressed, at midday the next day! I was so hangover my hair fucking hurt! I checked my phone quickly to see if I "misbehaved" with it. Nope, no drunk texts/tweets/messages/phone calls. Sigh of relief. Stagger to the kitchen, drink water and black out again. 

I spent the whole Sunday in bed. Music is solo good when you're mellow and hangover. Makes lots of sense and just sorta mixes with my system. My pillow reeked of whiskey, thank heavens the smell has gone. It was getting a bit much. 

I woke up this morning after a night of insomnia. Snoring from my brother + general lack of sleep = sleepless me. 

I hope the party-animal side of me isn't making a comeback! 

|She Wolf - David Guetta, Sia| 

David Guetta - Just One Last Time ft. Taped Rai

Kikoy Culture Went Down Like This

Kikoy culture was such an EPIC party! I've no regrets attending it. We danced, and danced, and danced some more. Matt Zo and DJ Drazen killed it on the decks. Naturally, I bumped into quite a number of people, friends and acquaintances.

I didn't spend much time with anyone else other than my close girlfriend and her boo. On top of everything, I didn't even drink much, which was a refreshing change. The dance floors were absolutely packed! There was an indoor and outdoor dance floor. The main performance was outside. People were dressed in all sorts of clothing. I wore kikoy, as did my entourage. I think i'll do slim fit kikoy pants next year, shorts defined the term "freeze and shine" that night.

Unfortunately, the evening ended up with a slight scare when one of our friends went missing then called us from an ambulance, someone slipped something into her drink and she passed out in the parking lot. Luckily she wasn't touched, she had her belongings with her. We thanked the man who found her and called the medics who were on site greatly! Then it became REALLY funny, as in how random does an evening get such that you find yourself in a fucking ambulance??

It feels nice to just go out, dance, and forget about everything. I hope next year will be even more exhilarating. I got home at 4:30am, and slept for 3 hours. I had to be elsewhere early the next morning that involved monkeys...

|Alone Tonight - Above & Beyond ft Richard Bedford|