Cry If I Want To...

Boys, boys, boys, nothing but trouble and they get in the way of friendships!!

Its amazing how a dark, atmospheric nightclub will do to bring peoples guards down, all except mine of course, even when I am drunk, I still keep control of everything, except walking of course, I think I staggered a lot even when I sobered up,

I had 5 vodka mixers, (ie with juice or lemonade and lime etc) 2 champagnes, and I got very very detached,

I don't know how it is for other people, but when I get drunk, I have an outer body experience, I'm not in full control of my body and sometimes its almost like being in a dream, as the world around me moves and shimmers sometimes.

I wouldn't recommend getting so drunk that you aren't allowed back in the nightclub and you start a fight and ruin your girlfriend's 30th birthday, which is what Bad Bad Matt did.

Stupid management wouldnt do anything to help her and she had to go home. Around that time though people began disappearing home and they turned the music off. Though it wasn't the best, the beats were too fast and I'm unco, so I was never in time...

I'll give poor Rach a call and see how she fared with that night, I did want to go home wth her, but I couldn't' as they were driven home and the car was full.

The real motive was because of Matt's brother Ben, the vet.

He's tall, he's cute, he has attitude and I liked him. Past tense I think, I'm already cutting him out of my heart. A few girls danced with him last night and I just didn't have the guts, I wanted to, but I'm not so forward as that. The girl Kerryn who danced with him the most ended up pashing a couple of times. I almost felt like crying over a guy I didn't know.

So that's over. My whinge into my wine bottle.

I woke up with a slight headache that I could've lived with, I was going to take a pill, but I didn't know where mum kept hers, so I had breakfast and was ok, pretty good for a hangover I think.

After the tab stopped, Rach had a massive tab and all of the above drinks came off of it. So I drank like 3 glasses of ice water and was fine by the time we left.

Ouch, my face kinda hurts from the tightness of my clay mask but I think I want to partly cry coz I feel like I've missed a great opportunity with a nice guy... dunno, the thoughts keep creeping back that it might no work out in the light of day, she might be too flighty or something for him, then I come and oh, god, how pathetic am I?

On the way home, we took a taxi to Anne's house, she was gorgeous making us eat her housemate's sausages and chips and her chicken. That Kenyan hospitality is beautiful. Though it sometimes makes a person feel guilty for not being that hospitable over the years. I've only had Alina over for dinner a couple of times.

No I didn't feel guilty for eating her housemate's food either, it didn't seem like such a big deal to Anne, so I took her cue.

We waited for a taxi and it came and took Sheila, (yes Sheila is a Kenyan also) and I home. A Croatian guy was the taxi driver, I don't know how old he was but he didn't look old enough to father a 20 year old.

I liked the shape of his lips too. His profile was that he had a lot of shape to his lips, but it wasn't the redness of his lips, it was protruding mouth skin or something.

He was racist it turned out, he didn't like Sheila and he doesn't like black people either. He tried to rip us off by making Sheila pay 75% of her fare, then me 75% of the total fare. I didn't' buy it and it was a rip off, though Sheila was a itch for letting me get ripped off coz I didn't' understand it at the time.

I didn't end up paying the 75% and he wouldnt restart the fare, and I said I only had sch and sch and he agreed to ti, then he took it back when I got home and I said, yes I did agree with that amount and left, he wanted another $10 to cover her stolen fare and I wouldn't pay.

See, that is when it is a good idea to be sober when you deal with taxi drivers, they always want to rip you off.

All in all, it was an experience and it reminded me of the fact that I wouldn't want to be a regular clubber, too much money for drinks and cabs, and drinking doesn't really work, I never let myself get so far done that I am confident to go up to a guy and tell him what I think.

I am also very stupid, as I was worried, I wouldn't have enough money to pay my fare and I thought, Yep, I'll have to sell myself, no I don't want to do that!! What am I going to do if he asks for those type of favours... ow stupid is that? It was stupid, but I couldn't help but think it. It was my first long long trip in a taxi for a while.

DRINKING DOESNT PAY!!