Sunday, February 06, 2005 .

sugar rush gazer gush


i wrote something on my commissioning ball yesterday but my comp died on me so i lost that entry.
last night i went clubbing for the first time this year. wow, big hairy deal right?
no, but it made better sense that i wrote this little entry now.


here's kinda how it goes...and if you lose me halfway through my mononlogue (which is typically you) dont blame yourself.
just kidding.




so here's how it goes.
i was at the Fullerton, nice swanky place to hold a ball.
paid good money for it and so we had a good night in return.


and it was chicks galore!
i detest myself for saying this because it's just quite wrong.
but really, wow. hot chicks! no shit!
and the best part is that we're not in a club.
no flashing lights, no crowds, no loud lousy music, no lame drinks, no erratic body movements.
just pure ballroom elegance.
chandeliers, dinner tables, live band, cocktail and champaign, and the waltz.
kidding, no waltz.
everyone was in full view.
nice suits, beautiful dresses and hot chicks!
wow.
i could go on saying wow all day long.
really, the ball was no less than an eye feast.
splendid.
it's times like these that i feel we should celebrate the beauty of the human anatomy.
we should have sex!
no.. .. im just kidding.




contrast to that, at at certain club last night, music was blarring.
and although i was aware of the fair ladies around, there was little you could do in any attempt to admire them.
it's damn bad.
such a pity.
everyone should go to cocktail parties on weekends instead.
screw clubbing.
you can't even talk to your friends properly.
then you go deaf when you leave the club.
and you get intoxicated on nonsense.


cocktail revolution man.
it's what we really need.


screaming infidelity at 3:33 PM
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