I was horrified last night.
The queue into the club was disgusting. Apparently CJ’s joke of Crowd.Control.No.Ugly.People.Allowed wasn’t funny. The entire gay KL was there I swear. After waiting for 15 minutes to enter, a further 15 minutes was wasted just waiting to be addressed by the bartender. A decent bar upstairs but only 1 bartender manning it? An amateur too by the looks of it.
The night wasn’t as good as expected. It was the first time I have seen Marketplace that packed. Pushing and jostling the crowd just to get a spot was tough work, what worse was maintaining that spot you claim with all that hard work! Hubby followed for the first time. My anxiety of him being carded at the entrance was laid to rest. I made an interesting almost amusing discovery about him. He is a very good dancer, and natural dancing talent can only be claimed when one isn’t on alcohol!
Surprised I was.
And as with all tight spaces with limited ventilation, I was wet in no time (stop the dirty thoughts). Thank God for open spaces upstairs despite the crowd. Met a few friends and familiar faces as well as a few eye candies. I was weirdly satisfied when I saw my ex’s visage change from happy to see me to a glare when he saw me with hubby. Perhaps revenge still tastes sweet after all this time? But what childish games am I playing? He is nothing but fragmented memories of the past.
The problem with being a driver for the night is the need to stay sober. Which means limiting myself to a drink or two. I did feel annoyed that a friend who wasn’t drinking didn’t want to drive. I could at least have my fun unwinding. Nevertheless, I decided not to push him into taking the wheel because he wasn’t very keen on clubbing on the first place and it was a last minute decision of his to tag along.
After a long breath of fresh air, it was back down. I envied this particular guy or so called podium queen. From the looks of it, he’s quite the party animal. The way he moved was very captivating, not to mention that his body was reasonably built. Topless of course and yes, I did fantasize that one day, I hope to be the podium queen that he is.
Not before long, it was a crowd favourite playing, Britney’s – Gimme gimme moaarr! For some unknown reason, I had to turn my head towards the speakers and I made an amusing discovery. There at the edge of the stairs right next to the speakers was this dude dancing. With one hand holding the railing for support, the other hand was going past his face in an almost mime like action. Watching him dance and mime his way to Britney really made my night worthwhile.
