Party Not So Hearty

Went partying last weekend.

I think I must be getting old because I just don’t really enjoy myself in clubs anymore. The drinks are overpriced and watered down. The virtual fog of cigarette smoke makes my eyes water. It takes the bartender 20 minutes to get my drink and another 20 to return my change. And it takes me an hour just to use the toilet. There’ll always be some chicks heaving up their JD-Coke in the cubicles or hogging the sinks so they can apply another 4 inches of makeup. And when I come out of the toilet, I usually forget where the table’s at, get hopelessly lost in the throngs of sweaty people and run into some dodgy dude with a creepy smile who mistakes me for a horny chick who’s out solo to get laid tonight.

Oh. My. God. Listen to me. I’m getting old.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m still up for a good time. Just that my definition of a good time has changed: Go to Breakers to play pool. Listen to live jazz at Alexis. Play card games over sangria in Bodega Lounge. Crap. I’ve become a yuppie.

But it’s funny because clubs are almost exclusively the only places where I get to catch up with a lot of my friends. It’s like the last place on earth where you can have a decent conversation is the only place where you can get together with people you hardly see and not feel awkward with them. This only applies to certain friends though - y’know, the ones you know sorta well but not well enough to sit down with them and have a two-hour chat about your personal life. Get my drift?

And of course, with alcohol thrown into the equation, lips will loosen and inhibitions will crumble.

But at (almost) 23, I just guess my interests, as well as priorities, have shifted.

My partying days may be over but I feel that this is the best time of my life right now. I have so much more clarity when it comes to my goals and ambitions in life. My time is spent more meaningfully these days.

God, I definitely sound old. Excuse me while I go and knit some sweaters now.

4 Responses to “Party Not So Hearty”

  1. The Visitor Says:

    MAMAK! it’s the answer to everything!

    all the friends who matter to me hang out at the mamak stall. all the friends who matter to me don’t booze. all the friends who matter to me don’t club. all the friends who matter to me are cheapskates.

    hey, blogspot may be a good idea, cos it takes so many steps just to comment in Friendster.

  2. AnnieKwanLing Says:

    Breakers??? When when?? Lets go….

  3. Jasmin Says:

    Ha ha ha…welcome to my life.

  4. sAbrina Says:

    Hey we were supposed to play pool at Breakers together since…?!?!

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