  The mission, should I choose to accept it, is to have a relatively quiet weekend for a change. Totally going to avoid the Vortex this evening and head straight home for a relaxing evening. My flatmate will be cooking tonight, whilst her boyfriend is out partying with the boys at a strip club (God love him !). If I wasn't so damn broke, I'd probably go and meet him there myself.. The last time I went to a stip club, one of the girls asked how long I'd been there.. "oh about 30 minutes" I replied.. to which she went "Oh my God, I thought you worked here !".. Ahhh... sorry love, thanks for the compliment (I mean, what other way could you take it ? ) but have another line and see the world through rose coloured glasses again, yeah ? Actually, it's been a while since I've had a bizzaro world night - you know those evenings where you get into siutations where you look back on them the next day and think "damn ! how funny was that ?!". I think the last time was at my flatmate's birthday. She'd been at the [horse] races all day and was completely hammered by the time I met up with her and her friends.. It was one of those evenings where everyone mingled, we all had a great time and everyone spoke with everyone.. After Lu had fallen off her chair for the second time and we had fixed her facinator and hair for the third time, Matt (her boyfriend) decided to take her home to bed.
The rest of us chose to go onto another place in the city. We came across the Verandah Bar. I've been there a few times - usually for after work drinks and is full of suits. This particular evening [actually, I think it's every Saturday night], was RnB night. Can I just say right now, that I really don't mind RnB in the right environment. As most of us were dressed up in cute little dresses and high heels, we walked straight to the front of the line and the guys let us in - no cover charge. In hindsight, I'm so damn glad we didn't pay to go in. We walked through the front door and straight into the worst P Diddy rock video I've ever seen. Or that's how I perceived it as. Try-hard wanna be, gangsta rapper types, chicks with ugg boots and mini skirts (what would have to be THE worst fashion foux par EVER) all trying to shake their booty, however it wasn't really coming together.
We checked the place out and thought "y'know, perhaps we're not really giving this place a chance..". And then it came. The. Worst. Pick-up. Line. Ever. This guy sidles up to our group and says "This is your first time here, aint it ?".. "ahh, yes, on a Saturday night, it is".. He replies "I thought so.. Cos you chicks are the classiest chicks I've seen here tonight !".
Fuuuuuuuuck. Time to go ! We gather the group, do a head count to make sure we haven't lost anyone and make a b-line for the door.. Safety in numbers, safety in numbers.. that's all I could think about ! Anyways, we made it out of there and headed off to the next venue and partied the night away.. Mind you, it was a great topic for discussion the next day and a few laughs were had by all. I think it's time for another one of those evenings.. 
