Exams are coming up. It's going to be a good 2 weeks of hardcore studying. I mention this first partly because it should be the most pressing issue in my life, and partly because I just wanted to get that out of the way.
It's 5:00am, and I'm up. I just came home from Afterlife. Afterlife was dry, for the following reasons:
i. There was a bunch of dudes who just spent the whole night standing there on the dance floor. Some of them would be cracking jokes to their friends, most likely in an attempt to fend off their own insecurity with not being able to dance. Frick, I mean I'm no Usher but I at least try to have some fun with the music
ii. The girls were kind of lame. I find asian girls all do the same thing in clubs; they spend the whole night dancing provacatively against each other, most likely in an attempt to fend off their own insucrity with not being able to dance. Meanwhile a series of guys try to join in on the wholesome homoerotic fun, only to find the girls pulling themselves away in disgust. I think I saw like 10-15 guys fall victim to that tonight. An all-time high for one night, probably because the whole club was Chinese.
iii. I was sober. I think after awhile you start to realise that clubbing is much more fun when you're drunk, in the same way that sleep is more enjoyable when you're exhausted, or that snacks tastes better when you're high. I couldn't get drunk if I wanted to in there though, all the drinks are so watered down, I picked a good day to DD.
iv. This chick pulled the brown-girl move on me. The brown-girl move refers not to all brown girls, but to one girl in particular. The other day I was at, uhh Fox in Richmond Hill, and this brown chick (who turned out to be the dj's girlfriend) would back up into guys, and dance provacatively in front of them, so that they would ask her to dance, only so she could say, "Eww" so loud that strangers like myself could hear. Today wasn't so bad with me, but this chick totally was dancing it up on her own, gazing back at me, and backing up towards me. This odd looking chinese fellow was standing a good 10 feet away from her, just watching and smiling at her. I was thinking he either liked the way she moved or just happened to know her. Anyway, she kept backing away from him and towards me, so eventually I said, "Why not" and approached her. Yea, turns out it was her man, or a hired cockblocker. Ugh, I knew it!
Which brings me to my final point. Cockblocking is an overused artform. Honestly, there's not as many guys trying to get immediate sex as it's made out to be. Moretimes, the guy really just wants to dance. Tonight was like a grade school dance, except instead of having girls on one side of the gym and guys on the other, there were, girls dancing in their famous circles, couples dancing drunkenly throught the club, and then the onlooker chaps around the bar. I can't imagine being one of those guys that goes to a club, just to stand by the bar the whole night with a beer in my hand. To me that's on par with , i dunno, signing up for a gym to get fat, or paying for university just to go to pub nights, or watching Jessica Alba films for any form of mental stimulation. In any case, tonight I might as well have been, because I spent the night dancing away like a madman. But here at home I'm 50 dollars poorer and I wonder what was really acclompished. Hardly seems worth it.
At least Annie (the birthday girl) got smashed and had fun. That was the point of the night anyhow. So not all was lost; just her lunch! haha
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