After The Aphrodisia...

From Sexy...

I was at a friend's birthday party on Sat night. It was celebrated at a popular night-club in the City, by the harbourside. So we all glammed up *I wore THE lil black cocktail dress*, I looked and felt like a doll. We drove to the City, had an exotic Japanese dinner *that left me starving due to the rather poor quantity served in so called gourmet restaurants, at a price that can almost buy you food for the whole year!* And then we arrived at the night-club at around 10:30pm *yes that's when night-life starts to warm up on a Sat night*. The highlight of that night: THE SECURITY AT THE ENTRANCE ASKED FOR MY ID TO PROVE MY AGE! *woot woot*They didn't ask my 2 other friends' IDs but just mine and another friend's only. Being thought of as an under-18, at this somewhat 'prehistoric' age of mine *lol* is such a compliment you see :). There was a massive crowd inside already since it was also ANZAC Day on Sat here in Aus, and hey the DJ was a hoot! Absoloutely great music with a great spin of old and new songs, that got us in the dance mood and made us all enjoy the night to the fullest.

I don't do Clubbing all that much. If there's a party that I'm invited to, or if friends ask me to join them once in a while, I go. If not, Clubbing is not my thing. It's an occasional escape that I don't mind indulging in though...it's a temporary getaway from my own world that does give some relaxation of a different kind. Even during my Uni days, when all my mates went out clubbing, I was at home listening to Beatles *told ya I was a nerd*. But on that rare occasion when I do hit a club, women in sultry outfits, men having a good time, everyone shaking their booties to hot dance numbers, cheeky glances from total strangers, Vodka and orange making me forget the blues *atleast for a good couple of hours* does feel like it's not a bad thing at all, for a change that is. After all, everything in life is temporary...but with lasting effects. *some with dementing effects!*

So on that night, we were all having a good time, sipping our drinks, chatting, observing, dancing, going back for another round of drinks etc *although I don't drink much cos my rather sensitive system usually goes super tipsy at drink #4*. I stopped at drink #2 that night just so that I don't end up with a deadly headache and a violent puking session that might cost me my carpet! I'm quite a sensible girl when it comes to drinking *read about the one time I tested my max drinking capabilities here, that almost had me shaking hands with Freddie Mercury, in heaven ofcourse!*.

That night, a cute Greek guy came over to us, started a casual convo about work etc and wanted to MARRY me that night itself...what a dumbass. *At this stage I was picturing a big fat Greek wedding with countless Greek delicacies that made me gain weight in a split second and split my wedding dress into 2 halves, infront of all the guests making me feel like Big Momma in a huge Greek tragedy of Baklavas!* The guy was just having some harmless fun, and we girls were laughing away at his silly suggestion. His reason for that rather 'notorious' proposal was he wanted us to become millionaires overnight, with the IT and Finance skills that we both possessed. Yeah right mate, you don't know who Keshi is...both Marriage and Money are boring 'suggestions' to her you doofus! Suggest something else please and I will consider ok? *btw I hope you meet either Jennifer Aniston or Paris Hiltion some day soon!*. Anyways, he was good company and had us all entertained for a little while, and then he bid goodbye and disappeared into a crowd of scantily clad women and blurry-eyed men.

To Trainwreck!

At 2:00am we remembered that there was something called 'home' waiting for us to return, so we hit the road. The next morning, I woke up with a hangover as big as Africa, and as annoying as Perez Hilton times 2! I woke up at 10am and walked around the kitchen feeling like a zombie that had no idea where the coffee was...my head was hurting, my eyes were red due to lack of sleep *trust me I value my beauty sleep!*, my face was flushed and my skin felt hot. Although I only had 2 drinks that night, partying til 2am and loud music had taken the toll on my poor sensitive system. I looked and felt like a trainwreck. I wasnt pretty or sexy anymore...it was a rather rehab-requiring sight of me lol! Imagine what would happen to people who go out clubbing and drinking every night or so? *there are heaps of people who love the night-life and do it on a regular basis*. I don't know how they do it, seriously!


Like most things in life are, the goodness, the fun and the ecstasy of that night was gone the next morning. All I was left with now was a hangover that made me feel like I was gonna die any minute *I was imagining my funeral and I wanted to glam up for that too!*. My makeup was gone, my hair now looked like a bird's nest, my head was spinning like a washing machine, loud music and dancing was the last thing on my mind, my body was burning as if to catch fire, my pretty black dress was in the laundry, waiting to get it's 'vigor' back. So, I made myself some toast and black coffee, sat infront of my PC but couldn't move a finger! I think I was pushing myself to do usual things that I wasn't capable of doing that morning...I badly wanted myself back again...just like how the black dress waited to get it's life again. I thought to myself then, maybe I should hit the Laundry too...is there a human laundry? LOL! Moral of the story: After every experience in life, comes the real effects of those experiences. The quality of something that you do today, is often felt tomorrow. Though I enjoyed the party and we made happy memories that night, the effects of alcohol, late night, loud music, the huge crowd etc wasn't all that great on my body and soul. And if I am someone who did Clubbing every night *depriving me of my sleep and health*, no Security will ask for my ID ever again! *yeah I will age overnight and the only thing they might ask me is if I needed a doctors' appointment and that I've come to the wrong place!*

The hangover in the morning was nothing like the ecstasy the night before. What at first sight looks glam, gloss and exciting may prove to leave you with 'punishing effects later on. Now that doesn't mean that all people who go to such places think the same way as I do or have the same effects as me, or that I stop going to such places either...cos I believe you have to be in all kinds of places with all kinds of people to know what's out there. I've been on both sides to know the difference, and I've worked out that different people find different 'avenues' to forget their blues, to unwind, to have fun, to 'live'. And just because those avenues are different to mine, it doesn't mean I'm right and they are wrong. To each his own. This post is just my opinion about clubbing.


After the Aphrodisia comes body-aches, dark circles and a whole lot of 'baggage'! Any comments?


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