It is official, I am addicted to clubbing and I'm a drunkard! So where did I go this time? Market Place and boy I love the place! This two story bungalow lot turned into a club with indoor and outdoor chill out spots is just fabulous. They have three bars in different locations to ensure everyone as at most 25 meters away to alcohol. I love alcohol. Not to mention, lots of hawties and eye candies too.
The place was filled by the time it was midnight.
So much for my pledge of not drinking alcohol. Smuggling a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka and Jack Daniels was terribly hard labor and psychologically demanding. A hefty compensation was required. So I helped myself with the fruits of my labor. Two shots of Jack Daniels and two Screwdrivers. Though the Screwdrivers were more like Vodka with a tinge of orange in it. Then a sip of Long Island Tea and sips of I have no idea what from others.
I wasn't drunk until I got onto the dance floor. I was really drunk midway dancing to Mariah Carey's Touch My Body remix. Dancing, feeling the beat, sweating and bodies brushing against each other. It was phenomenal. Again, I could dance but I could barely walk straight.
Went out to take a breather but being drunk made me all hyper like a Duracell bunny. I could hardly sit still. Kept moving to the beat of the music. Then I just dragged anyone I can find down again to the dance floor.
Oh but this time on the dance floor, the dancing gotten raunchy. My shirt mysteriously and consistently being unbuttoned. Truth be told, I didn't mind it even though I don't posses the perfectly sculpted bods like the other hunky patrons. Then I went on a smooching marathon. Not examining everyone's tonsils, just the ones that I was dancing with. Kissing, dancing and groping all at the same time. I'm amazed at my multitasking skills even when I'm under the influence of alcohol.
Mmmm. There was a guy who tasted like grapefruit. Lovely chap.
But it was totally awesome. Even now as I am typing this post, I am itching to go again. I like the feel of dancing in a confined space fill with queers, being sweaty and letting go. Total high. Even got JC to say, "Let's go clubbing once a month!". Once a month is hardly filling for my immense craving for clubbing.
This time, I did get home safely, to my own home that is. Didn't wake up in a stranger's place.
I wanna go clubbing~~~
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
The place was filled by the time it was midnight.
So much for my pledge of not drinking alcohol. Smuggling a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka and Jack Daniels was terribly hard labor and psychologically demanding. A hefty compensation was required. So I helped myself with the fruits of my labor. Two shots of Jack Daniels and two Screwdrivers. Though the Screwdrivers were more like Vodka with a tinge of orange in it. Then a sip of Long Island Tea and sips of I have no idea what from others.
I wasn't drunk until I got onto the dance floor. I was really drunk midway dancing to Mariah Carey's Touch My Body remix. Dancing, feeling the beat, sweating and bodies brushing against each other. It was phenomenal. Again, I could dance but I could barely walk straight.
Went out to take a breather but being drunk made me all hyper like a Duracell bunny. I could hardly sit still. Kept moving to the beat of the music. Then I just dragged anyone I can find down again to the dance floor.
Oh but this time on the dance floor, the dancing gotten raunchy. My shirt mysteriously and consistently being unbuttoned. Truth be told, I didn't mind it even though I don't posses the perfectly sculpted bods like the other hunky patrons. Then I went on a smooching marathon. Not examining everyone's tonsils, just the ones that I was dancing with. Kissing, dancing and groping all at the same time. I'm amazed at my multitasking skills even when I'm under the influence of alcohol.
Mmmm. There was a guy who tasted like grapefruit. Lovely chap.
But it was totally awesome. Even now as I am typing this post, I am itching to go again. I like the feel of dancing in a confined space fill with queers, being sweaty and letting go. Total high. Even got JC to say, "Let's go clubbing once a month!". Once a month is hardly filling for my immense craving for clubbing.
This time, I did get home safely, to my own home that is. Didn't wake up in a stranger's place.
I wanna go clubbing~~~
You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter
10 comments:
So you are addicted to clubbing and alcoholic drink? Then, what about me handing you an invitation to MOMO in Penang or La Queen in KL? The treat is on you only, dear. The special one for you.
oh god, now i know who are you. Lolz. my friends were like "isn't that queer rant in your camera?" i was like, really meh? lolz
yes, so i've finally met you, without even realizing it. hahahaha
i wish i was single and do all that!
David: Very generous of you.
Kiamkana: OMG, this is such a Gossip Girl moment for me. :P
Hi you (sober me). Hehehe.
Chase: I'm enjoying it while I can. :P
clubber. tsk tsk tsk
WOW! I wish I were in your shoes!
Bong: Tsk your head la. Dem fun~~~
CrazySam: Heheheh. Yea. I'm liking my shoes very much.
You party animal you. Molest people somemore *tsk tsk tsk* :p
I suddenly don't feel like wanna get attached yet. :D
I pun mau pegi. Since I have still yet to reel over the fact dat LQ closed down. Holler me, when u going again.
Jason: Oh? Singlehood is fun after seeing all the fun I was having? Oh my. :P
KLFairy: Hahaha. Let's go then! I've not been to any of the LQs. :(
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