After skipping clubbing for 2 weeks, I was super excited that we are heading to Zouk this week. I'm such an addict, we used to party every week. It's our weekly ritual. Now that most of us are getting old, we prefer staying home.
We arrived at about 12am head up to Barsonic to chill for a bit, down a jug of Long Island Tea; adventurous. Was happy because now I'm high enough to head to the dancefloor.
Walked out to the front entrance AND YOU KNOW WHAT WE COULDN'T ENTER and I'm high! WERT!>!<@! We were all just standing outside wondering what was going on.
We got tired of standing so we walked to Zouk Cafe while everyone else were still standing around wandering. Lucky we manage to get a seat, the cafe is filled with people. I was playing with my phone trying to see if anyone is talking about what's going on in, then I heard someone calling my name. Softly loudly softly loudly - the island tea is affecting my ears. I looked up it was my boss. Oh God imagine bumping into your boss in club... And I was under dressed. I said Hey Wassup, what's going on in there? Even you got kicked out huh? Trying to be funny with alcohol affecting me, this is not going to end well. *Praying hard for my boss to go faraway before I do anything embarrassing*
He left to meet his friends, while I chatted with Buu & Dan. Then Buu decided to be a busybody, he walked to the entrance to try and see what's going on or probably bribe the bouncer to give him a story. He told Dan to stay with me since we are sharing table with strangers. Guess what Dan did? Dan walked away leaving me all alone there. So Dan! I had nothing to do but to continue playing with my phone and wait for the reporters to return. SUDDENLY my boss came over and said hey come over I wanna introduce you my friends. *MY WORST KNIGHTMARE!* Prepare for the possibly most embarrassing night of my life & I hope that I'm drunk enough not to remember any details.
I was dressed skimpy (a tube top - my boobs showing because I got fat and long pants), with a tiny sling bag. I can only use the bag to cover my stomach and not my back. *and my tattoo is showing, oh Lord kill me kill me*. Hesitant I walked to the bar and got introduced to his friends one by one. I could barely remember their names, it's either I remember their names but I don't recall their faces or I recall their faces but i don't know their names. *Confused/Drunk* I couldn't really concentrate on talking because I was thinking about my dressing especially after seeing how beautiful his friends are in gorgeous dresses and most importantly nothing revealing. I was also sitting for quite a while that the Long Island Tea went up to my head so I couldn't function properly.
I had to get out of there, a few moments longer and i'll be laughing/smiling like crazy. My boss said okay better let you get back to your friends *Phew* At the rate i'm going he's glad to get rid of me too. LOL. So I turn and walkaway, not sure but I think his friends and him included saw my tattoo.
I guess if I didn't worry so much I would actually be having fun talking to all of them but instead. . . . . . . . Stupid stupid stupid... I pray that he forgets about that night.. Please forget... Let's chant together. Please forget that you bump into me. Please forget that you bump into me. Please forget that you bump into me.
It's not really a big deal come to think of it but I guess if it's your boss you tend to be more panicky. Sorry boss I wasn't myself, I was under the influence of alcohol and please tell me if you're coming next time I'll dress better but don't come every week cause I wanna dress skimpy. Well club is the only place I can dress like this DUH!
