There’s something about Why I Don’t Like Clubbing

A few hundred Wednesdays ago, a bad influence a friend by the name of Adrienne brought me on my maiden clubbing trip at this place call Zook. I didn’t like it because of the following reasons:


1) I fell into a drain accidentally just before I reach the place. My first fifteen or so minutes at that nightspot was thus spent in the loo, squeezing rain water out from my pants and socks.

2) The guys there were happily mingling with attractive females, but I only had Pi De and Linx (two males) plus Adrienne (75% male) for company.

3) The place was thick with smoke, and I don’t smoke.

4) The place was meant for people who enjoy alcohol, and I don’t drink.

5) The place was full of people who can’t dance to save their lives, and I’m one of them.


Even though I didn’t like that place, I still enjoyed myself that night because of the company. Heck, I could even be in a fish market, but still enjoy myself if I’m with likeminded shitty people like Adrienne and Linx.

So basically, this post is not really about why I don’t enjoy clubbing.

It’s about why my friends rock :)

I love you guys!

Signing off, Barneysaurus

P.S. To the said ‘rocking’ friends: this post has got absolutely nothing to do with my birthday, which is incidentally coming in about a month’s time. Oh! Totally unrelated, but I was shopping the other day and saw this really nice and small and expensive Sony laptop model number VGN-T37 which would make a very nice birthday gift. That new condo near Orchard, or a sparkling new Toyota Celica sounds damn nice too. I stress again that this has nothing to do with my birthday, which is incidentally coming in about a month’s time.