When you think you’re going to have a rocking night out and anticipation swings high, it ends up being one of the dreariest nights i can remember all year.

It’s not the party. I think it’s just me.

I think it was first obvious from the lack of enthusiasm i had when a rave came round a couple of years back. The thought of dancing for hours, huge crowd and thumping beats didn’t do it for me anymore. I became very half-half about it.

Half of me wanted to go cos i wanted to be there, where everyone was, what if i missed out? What if they had heaps of fun and i regretted not going?

The other half was going, “Meh… been there, done that, interviewed the DJ, no energy already…”

My music taste shifted accordingly during that phase. From listening to progressive, hard and vocal house 90% of my free time, it dropped to 70%.
Then 30%.
Now prollie 5%.
(For POB, it’s still 99.9%. There was a rare 0.1% occasion he listened to oldies ‘for a break’ Sorry if i memalukan you here.)

And same with places i went to party. I slowly took more to going to bars rather than clubs, so i wouldn’t have to shout when attempting conversation. Attempts were perfectly fine when intoxicated, resulting in ‘hmm what did we talk about’ moments and a sore throat.

No doubt, i can still do the club thing if i’m in the mood, but i’m getting so fussy these days i think my girls don’t want to ask me out anymore >.<

Dhanya: Let’s go to ——–!
Me: No… it’ll be crowded and someone’s gonna burn me with a cigarette i swear. It’s okay, you guys go ahead.

The next week.

Dhanya: Here’s the plan, we go —-, then we go —–!
Me: First one okay, second one no go. It’s hot and the crowd there… mmf…

Lucky for me she’s damn patient and layans me.

I’m not saying the other clubs are beyond acceptable, it’s just that my priorities for a clubbing experience have changed as i grew older.

Five years back it used to be:
1. Must be happening, have lots of ppl to meet and party with
2. Mustn’t be too expensive
3. Must be dance or R&B
4. Must…

You know what, i stopped for damn 9 long at No. 4 cos i can’t think of any more.
Back then, as long as i was with a bunch of friends with heaps of alcohol and music, that was all we needed.

Now every time i choose somewhere to go, i weigh out:
1. Venue - nice deco? Air con? Non-smoking or smoking?
2. Convenient parking/jockey
3. Not too crowded with people from all corners of the state
4. Yummy drinks
5. Good bar service - drinks don’t take too long to come
6. (Depending on mood) - Music

What contributed to the blah night i had on Friday was the lack of everything i stated above (oh except No. 6. Music was fab. I loved it).

PikachuApril and i took ages finding a parking space cos all the lots were full, but we were still chirpy as we walked up the sidewalk towards the entrance.
“We’re going to arrive at the entrance, and people are going to see i’m rocking it up with ex-editor of Juice, yeah!” i teased her.
“Whatttt”

Free flow was over at the VIP upstairs (damn, so fast..! It wasn’t even 11 yet!) so i just mingled and tried catching up with people.
I stopped when my throat started hurting from repeating myself.

Me: How many have you had?
RR: Over there!
Me: What?
RR: … Yeah!
Me: -_- You have no idea what i said, did you!
RR: Huh?
Me: NEVER MIND.
RR: … *takes time to guess and lipread*… Oh!
Me: *flaps arms at him* It’s okay, never mind!!!

Can die.

Communication breakdown can die.

Thank God for the music (yay Gabe!)… i’m the kind of person who can dance without the need for alcohol and it perked me up. It was super hot though, and we moved around the table trying to find a cooling spot.

Olivia, me, AshleyTheMonkey, SpankyCammy, TiannaTheTiger (hee hee)

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