the eve of vesak's was truly a day to remember, for several reasons. i spent the entire day with jenna. there's never a dull moment with her, save for the duration of shrek 3. if not for the poke in the side, i would've been on my journey to dreamworld. the humour was bad, the plot was thin, and not even shrek's cute little ears could save the show. to make the experience more unpleasant, there were a bunch of toddlers jumping from one seat to another in the row in front of mine. i wanted to tell the father to take them out. then, there were occasional whinings, and this rude boy beside me who started shaking his legs causing the entire row of seats to vibrate along. my tolerance was at its peak and i told him off, to which he murmured an apology.
there were plans to go to zouk, and because it wasn't free entry, i scraped the plan. met up with jenna again after her class, to drown our pitiful and not so pitiful lives in alcohol. she said cheap drinks, and i brought her to cuscaden. she found the place awkward and dodgy, and so we decided to call the rest to ask them if they were still up for zouk. apparently, they'd been queueing since 10 and they weren't even inside at 11. yes, it was jam packed. there was no reason to pay 20 bucks to mosh and be all miserable and walk out after 20 minutes. and then there were plans by others to head to mos. we figured that the queue would be equally long there, and any club would be packed. so we took a bus down to clarke quay, and made reservations at cafe iguana, which wasn't too crowded. it's the best place for marguaritas. it's a bonus that all the house drinks or most, are at half price after 12, nightly.
mike came down round about 1, and joel, hejia, francis and timo came down awhile before it closed. the company was great. i always always say this, but truly, i appreciate everything they do for me. most of all, jenna for knocking sense into my thick skull. and michael, for protecting me from those calories. lol. jenna headed off with the guys and i brought mike to rupee room to meet naresh and his friends. it was bhangra music. not mike's thing, but he seized the moment anyway. after abit, kenny came down from mos. again, great company. 4am seemed to early. we needed to dance some more, but there was no way we'd go into mos. we headed to macs for kenny to satisfy his hunger pangs.
it was hilarious people-watching, and hearing the guys devise a chick-hitching plan of sorts. i was dead tired. kenny bumped into his friends, so there was only mike and i left. by the time we left, there were queues for taxis everywhere. no matter how much further down you walked, there were always people in front of you, no matter how much further down you went. and of course, the lines would always be engaged. i threw a mild tantrum. (sorry michael, excuse the pms) we saw the bus come down, and contemplated walking on the other side to take a bus home. then decided against it, and continued walking. i cracked a half-baked joke about walking home. nonetheless, early morning walks are pretty refreshing. we walked all the way to the parliament house, and there was a flood of taxis, not hired, not on call. imagine the smile on my face. both of us crashed in the taxi, there was a point when michael was mumbling something, and i couldnt make out what it was. pretty funny.
the moral of the story: in is the new out. especially when the eve of a holiday's on a wednesday night.
