::mambo night @ zouk::

mambo night @ zouk on wednesdays will always be this jam packed with pple even though its a weekday, and not a public holiday the next day. and so there we were last night. i had an extremely fun time with biscuit despite the fact that we were constantly pushed around by bouncer-sized pple, practically shoving their way through the dancing crowd. dear's buds were there, they had to to be there, or else i wouldn't be allowed with biscuit alone. that's my protective and over-considerate boyfriend for you. *smilez* his best friend was gonna send me home after clubbing last night, but after a bowel movement at zouk, he did a stunt which caught everyone off-guard. he disappeared after his poo session. we waited like fools outside the toilet for about 45 minutes, letting all the good music go to waste. thereafter we decided it was time we just carried on dancing whilst waiting for him to call us once he was done. we danced on our own from 2.15am to about 3.30am, where it was the time the lights were switched on. and yet there was no phonecall, no messages from dear old vin, and God knew what happened to him. we got quite worried at some points in time, and thought it strange that he should be this irresponsible given his character. we waited outside even though zouk was closing, asked around for his army friends, and finally, one of them had some news of him: he left in his friend's car.*mouth wide open* amazing. *jaw dropping* can anyone explain? no we couldn't. unbelievable. but he messaged this morning explaining he got wasted and his friend had to send him home. *blah*
nevertheless, we had fun without him. and the rest of dear's friends, rarely this generous and gentlemenly, decided to be nice for once to share a cab and drop me off first, even though their first instincts were to drop me off the last. *jaw dropping* thank God my baby, returned from his 24km walk, called me and spoke to one of them. deardear didn't even have to say anything, and they just said they'll drop me off first. the power of my boyfriend. *winkz*
back to clubbing. i felt ancient stepping into mambo night. but it was cool and before i knew it, my body started swaying to the rythm of the music. since it was ladies night, the number of bims and lians were uncountable on the dancefloor, trying to dirty dance and seduce all the hungry wolves drooling for them. while some are really sexy, some can't even follow to the rythm of the music and they were just shaking violently, where at some points in time, biscuit and i thought they were having a serious case of fits. *lol*
alright, that was mean, but there were some truth in it. *tongue sticking out*