Drink and make merry
Saturday night. 2 hours of word play. I'm about ready to lose all ma senses and succumb to those talking eyes. But since there's still an ounce of sanity left in me, (a feat considering the lethal amount of martini flowing thru ma veins) I restrained.
By 2am, I had flushed three quarters of ma intellect down the toilet and had to drag ma sorry ass onto the dancefloor for fear that a minute more on the damn couch would result in unspeakable acts of PDA with a stranger.
Never mind that he possesses a butt as firm as a tree trunk and abs as flat as the sole of ma shoes. But I had trouble enunciating his name (after a gallon of cocktails, I had trouble pronouncing ma own name) and I didn't want to risk making a bigger fool of maself. (Earlier on I almost made him believe I was from NASA.)
Besides, ma mind kept drifting off to the phone conversation I had with the Absolute 12 hours before. He has finally decides to not relocate and stay rooted and not forget his errr... roots. And that decision came exactly a month after I made my decision to quit being a considering factor in his err... decisions.
There's too much to digest in one night.
By 2am, I had flushed three quarters of ma intellect down the toilet and had to drag ma sorry ass onto the dancefloor for fear that a minute more on the damn couch would result in unspeakable acts of PDA with a stranger.
Never mind that he possesses a butt as firm as a tree trunk and abs as flat as the sole of ma shoes. But I had trouble enunciating his name (after a gallon of cocktails, I had trouble pronouncing ma own name) and I didn't want to risk making a bigger fool of maself. (Earlier on I almost made him believe I was from NASA.)
Besides, ma mind kept drifting off to the phone conversation I had with the Absolute 12 hours before. He has finally decides to not relocate and stay rooted and not forget his errr... roots. And that decision came exactly a month after I made my decision to quit being a considering factor in his err... decisions.
There's too much to digest in one night.
posted by D.La at
6:24 AM
4 Comments:
thanks for da bk, dude.
Thumper was lovely with you guys. I had a bitch of a hangover on Sunday. We should do this again.
I was about to ask you if you were at Far East on saturday night. Well seeing the comment above, I saw the right girl then. I wanted to say hi but you were in a big group. By the way, one of the guys you were with, the one in dark blue long sleeve shirt, is that Farhan? I heard he started his own modelling agency.
Yeah he did :)
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