It felt like half the population of polytechnic students were at Phuture to share a night of debauchery, excessive drinking and movements resembling dancing last night.
I'll not forget the 3 of us (lix,lt and i) asking each other through messaging whether we are okay 3 times in a minute, as if one of us would either be collasping or be groped any given moment, while we are dancing in a space no bigger than 3 foolscap paper put together. Or how Elix and I collasped on the steps of the bar, not giving a crap how we looked cause we felt so used up or how us 2 inebriated persons tried to make our way to the bathroom mostly on my heels cause Elix was like a swaying feather in the face of wind and I had to re-balance her every single step. I also remembered telling her something I thought was pretty wise of me, that we should 'try to pee out the alcohol as soon as possible'. The very epitome of eloquency.
The wastrels of youth was captured in all its glory when all of us (cheryl's friends, lix and liting and i) collasped against the fence outside in various positions and tried to retain sanity by talking to each other about everything and anything though we hardly knew each other. Half an hour later, it was back to the blackhole and we were there till 4. I blame it mostly on how alcohol can make time expand and minimize and also on Mambo. Mambo is gold. Give me cheesy actions and heartfelt lyrics anytime over crowded dancefloor to do skanky moves on.
Today, my head's still whoozy and the alcohol that has infiltrated my system has not left. Everything is muggy and foggy and dang, I can't remember the names of the people I met. I can remember the names of the drinks we downed though-which might be more than the amount of names I collected. LOL
Happy birthday Cheryl. =)
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