/tell it like it is//

//hearing aid: as i lay me down

char's party was quite good. final attendence was me, mer, kev, mark, mark and new philip. (not to be confused with brader.) as usual, we hoped down got into the groove of things and one thing i found out about partying with the new group is that they are no stinger on drinks.

4 jugs - bourbon coke x 2, long island and something else.
cherry brandy
52 bomber
flaming lambos
vodka 7s x 2
bourbon coke (kev: one housepour please.)
gin tonics
plus plus.

the music was pretty decent but the club was like a sauna at a heartland community centre on sundays. it was packed, steaming hot (not in a good way), clothes being thrown all over the place much to some men's pleasure and worst of all they played the world cup match right on the dance floor on this big screen. wah that fierce what the fuck?

yes i peeked at the sweden match. but still people were dancing at the weirdest angles with their heads lifted to the screen as a form of salvation whilst their hands, still able to grope random bums at a lightning speed. amazing.

on top of that, the dj spoke too much for his own good. every time a new song came on, he felt compelled to give us a run down of the song lyrics coupled with a biodata of the artist as well as he take on bar top dancing and free water in the toilet. i cursed him so much i think he might have died of genital warts on the way home.

enough said.


the prep party


new friend. - philip


mark before drinks


mark after drinks


mark and the other philip


the 52 did something to u.




um.


haiyo. why like that again ah karen.