Thing is, I was supposed to have caught the Dewaele brothers (part of the Soulwax ensemble) at ZoukOut 2006 but didn’t, reason being that I had barely trudged my sloshed-out self to Siloso Beach before I collapsed and ‘fell into my lover’s arms’. I wished.
I could hear the beats reverberating through the powdery sands, I could see well-oiled six packs and nice round tits in triangle bikinis and I could sense the waves of moshers as I handed my ticket over to the door bastard when… “Maam, where’s your ID maam? We can’t let you in without your ID.” No ID + me puking out vodka and possibly a third of a lung + peeved boyfriend is not good.
Alcohol, for nights out clubbing, is a necessary evil for me. It’s like an expensive Gatorade that’ll guarantee to get me powered up till 8 a.m.
This is what irks me. Why does my body need to be under the influence of alcohol before I could prance around like I just don’t care? Why can’t I be like Ezan who gets high even on Green Tea?
Tuesday, March 27
Last (Sat) night, 2ManyDJs saved my life
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