The West Girl at East Side
It's Saturday and to those of you who already know, Saturdays are hangover days. And I'm nursing one now.
Things taste like mud, headache like a mother, the whole nine yards. I wasn't one over the eight last night but I did enough damage to secure myself a hangover today.
Was at East Side last night and it was a bit of a curate's egg. The start of the night was smashing and we had so much fun. We went crazy a bit and I guess that freaked WL out. Company was great because the girls outnumbered the guys!
I got tipsy turvy around the fourth bottle of MooseHead. Then somehow, we got to know these guys at the table beside ours and somehow again, I got a glass of Chivas Regal in my left hand. Candice said something funny. She told me 'WL wouldn't like guys approaching us because he's quite territorial'. HAHAHAHA. I corrected 'You mean protective...'
Company left when they decided they could drink no more. I stayed around with Sean and the guys from the table next to ours. We talked and before I knew it, I had agreed to proceed to Devil's Bar with them. HELLO? I hope noone I know saw me there. If not, the egg would defo be on my face. Benedict (one of the guys) works in New York and he told me he could get me a job there. He asked for my number and when I hesitated, he quickly added 'I never get girls' numbers from pubs. I am not the sort who'd pick up chicks'. These were his words verbatim. He should remember his story because the next thing I knew, he was 'picking me up' big time.
I couldn't drink anymore and so spent the 30 minutes in Devil's Bar gnashing ice. Benedict, the guy who does not pick up chicks, got slightly drunk and attempted to kiss me. That's a bit much. I pushed him away violently and asked his friend (forgot his name) to keep him in order. His friend told him I was uncomfortable and I stared at the friend, as if to imply an understatement. Benedict came over to me (I kept my distance) and told me how he really liked me the moment he set his eyes on me and how he wanted me to visit him in New York. If it weren't so dark in Devil's Bar, he'd have seen me roll my eyes hard.
Talking about dark in Devil's Bar, that place epitomizes SLEAZE. Why would they switch off nearly all the lights if not? Honestly, a couple could be making babies right there and noone would know or give a shit. Even Benedict took a 180 degree change into a slobbering pervert the moment we stepped into Devil's Bar. I felt like a babe in the woods with all the dodgy characters there.
I decided to leave when Benedict pestered to send me home (whose home, I was never sure but I ain't taking the chance!). His friend saw me out (apologising the whole way) and pushed a few bucks into my hand before slamming the cab door shut.
I still cannot remember this friend-of-Ben's name but I know he is an air steward (or a pilot?). Looks can be a curve ball. I thought initially that this steward was going to be more of a bother and didn't expect sweet-looking Benedict to be the one I should've guarded against.
So I went home around 5am and when I got home, I realised I did it again.
I LOST MY FREAKING EARRING.
Things taste like mud, headache like a mother, the whole nine yards. I wasn't one over the eight last night but I did enough damage to secure myself a hangover today.
Was at East Side last night and it was a bit of a curate's egg. The start of the night was smashing and we had so much fun. We went crazy a bit and I guess that freaked WL out. Company was great because the girls outnumbered the guys!
I got tipsy turvy around the fourth bottle of MooseHead. Then somehow, we got to know these guys at the table beside ours and somehow again, I got a glass of Chivas Regal in my left hand. Candice said something funny. She told me 'WL wouldn't like guys approaching us because he's quite territorial'. HAHAHAHA. I corrected 'You mean protective...'
Company left when they decided they could drink no more. I stayed around with Sean and the guys from the table next to ours. We talked and before I knew it, I had agreed to proceed to Devil's Bar with them. HELLO? I hope noone I know saw me there. If not, the egg would defo be on my face. Benedict (one of the guys) works in New York and he told me he could get me a job there. He asked for my number and when I hesitated, he quickly added 'I never get girls' numbers from pubs. I am not the sort who'd pick up chicks'. These were his words verbatim. He should remember his story because the next thing I knew, he was 'picking me up' big time.
I couldn't drink anymore and so spent the 30 minutes in Devil's Bar gnashing ice. Benedict, the guy who does not pick up chicks, got slightly drunk and attempted to kiss me. That's a bit much. I pushed him away violently and asked his friend (forgot his name) to keep him in order. His friend told him I was uncomfortable and I stared at the friend, as if to imply an understatement. Benedict came over to me (I kept my distance) and told me how he really liked me the moment he set his eyes on me and how he wanted me to visit him in New York. If it weren't so dark in Devil's Bar, he'd have seen me roll my eyes hard.
Talking about dark in Devil's Bar, that place epitomizes SLEAZE. Why would they switch off nearly all the lights if not? Honestly, a couple could be making babies right there and noone would know or give a shit. Even Benedict took a 180 degree change into a slobbering pervert the moment we stepped into Devil's Bar. I felt like a babe in the woods with all the dodgy characters there.
I decided to leave when Benedict pestered to send me home (whose home, I was never sure but I ain't taking the chance!). His friend saw me out (apologising the whole way) and pushed a few bucks into my hand before slamming the cab door shut.
I still cannot remember this friend-of-Ben's name but I know he is an air steward (or a pilot?). Looks can be a curve ball. I thought initially that this steward was going to be more of a bother and didn't expect sweet-looking Benedict to be the one I should've guarded against.
So I went home around 5am and when I got home, I realised I did it again.
I LOST MY FREAKING EARRING.
posted by Sharry at 3:41:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home