Satire
04-12-2011, 05:40 PM
Typing this to the best of my memory... Since it has been a while...
I was 19 at that point of time, enjoying life to the fullest, without giving a shit to the world... I would hit the clubbing scene at least three times a week, getting picked up by my friends in their cars and going to parties for free and not having to bother about paying anything, from drinks to cover charges... Being single at that point of time was convienent, as I could run out without having to report to anyone at night, getting sloshed and doing the craziest things ever without remembering them the next day, only to have friends getting all hyped up about doing it all over again. That particular clique consisted many of open minded girls, all very understanding and they never did judge if you ran away with a guy in the middle of the dance floor... Sightings of our people randomly smooching strangers were common, and we never got bored of the whole routine...
One of my girlfriends had a crush on this particular singer who performed every once in a while at this particular spot, so we decided to support her interest by accompanying her on her conquests. So there I was, awaiting for the crowd to grow at the dance floor, sipping my drink while casually glancing around, allowing my friend and the singer guy to flirt in their own world with each other. Feeling bored, I excused myself to the ladies and proceeded to sit at the couches that were specially placed near the washroom sinks, texting my other friends who were already late for our gathering. (I think most ladies who've been at this now defunct club would know which one I'm talking about? HMM.) A fair skinned short haired girl, who seemed to be of my age, entered the washroom looking flustered and anxious, dashing from one end to the other. She turned into my direction, and asked pleadingly : "Could you please borrow me your heels?! The door bitch won't let my friend in because of her sandals!" I was taken aback, for this had never happened to me before. Amused, I agreed to her request and took off my heels and got thanked profusely, leaving me all alone in the washroom barefooted. It was a relatively awkward situation, as I refused to walk around without shoes, and waited for her return...
I was 19 at that point of time, enjoying life to the fullest, without giving a shit to the world... I would hit the clubbing scene at least three times a week, getting picked up by my friends in their cars and going to parties for free and not having to bother about paying anything, from drinks to cover charges... Being single at that point of time was convienent, as I could run out without having to report to anyone at night, getting sloshed and doing the craziest things ever without remembering them the next day, only to have friends getting all hyped up about doing it all over again. That particular clique consisted many of open minded girls, all very understanding and they never did judge if you ran away with a guy in the middle of the dance floor... Sightings of our people randomly smooching strangers were common, and we never got bored of the whole routine...
One of my girlfriends had a crush on this particular singer who performed every once in a while at this particular spot, so we decided to support her interest by accompanying her on her conquests. So there I was, awaiting for the crowd to grow at the dance floor, sipping my drink while casually glancing around, allowing my friend and the singer guy to flirt in their own world with each other. Feeling bored, I excused myself to the ladies and proceeded to sit at the couches that were specially placed near the washroom sinks, texting my other friends who were already late for our gathering. (I think most ladies who've been at this now defunct club would know which one I'm talking about? HMM.) A fair skinned short haired girl, who seemed to be of my age, entered the washroom looking flustered and anxious, dashing from one end to the other. She turned into my direction, and asked pleadingly : "Could you please borrow me your heels?! The door bitch won't let my friend in because of her sandals!" I was taken aback, for this had never happened to me before. Amused, I agreed to her request and took off my heels and got thanked profusely, leaving me all alone in the washroom barefooted. It was a relatively awkward situation, as I refused to walk around without shoes, and waited for her return...