Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Soiree


I know I've been idle for weeks but I've got a juicy story for you to tell that happened last Thursday and still cannot believe that finally, I got my own version of Bryan Boy's "You Can Keep Me Here" entry he posted on his blog site months ago.

I really want to keep everything unspoken/unwritten but I thought I'd give you guys an update. Well, unfortunately I have to save the details for now and promise its going to be my very first entry for the month of April.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

A Prospect and Three Long Island


I felt really bad and weird about what happened last weekend. Going out clubbing is not really my thing and I feel old dancing with the new generation of songs playing by Mr. DJ until that Saturday. Here are the details and a shocking highlight of that night’s event.


I was asked if I wanted to go to a club in La Jolla by Lisa (a friend/colleague) coz Kevin’s (a colleague and a friend) friend was DJ-ing that night and we were fortunate to be in the VIP list because of him-Kevin, I forgot to thank you for that. 22 is the time we’ve decided to meet up. We’ve phoned every single person from work but only five of us went out that night. I was planning not to go with them, knowing I have to be at store early next day but screw that, I have not gone to a club in a long while.


Driving to La Jolla is not convenient for those people who lives in the south. It’s approximately more than 25 miles from where I live and thank God I was not the designated driver. Lisa drove after we picked her up from her place. I was asked to call Kevin for direction but I decided to text him than talk to him on the phone-I don’t know why but you’ll figure it out after you read the last word of this entry-I was using Lisa’s not so user-friendly phone so I was like a 75 years old who’s trying to text for the first time. While I was typing, the phone rang and it was Kevin, I was panicking and passed it to Cecilia instead. The direction was asked and he texted it to us, and luckily it was correct. =)



Walking downtown La Jolla is so cool. No traffic, gorgeous guys everywhere. Imagine it was a beautiful Saturday night and it’s not even crowded. We went into this two storey building and I heard the party just started. We ordered our drinks right away and I saw Kevin from afar walking towards us. We hit the dance floor but I did not dance right away, I’m still browsing the crowd and seems like there were 90 percent Asian and 10 percent mixed. Lisa was dancing in front of me when a 6’2” tall dude reached out his hand to get Lisa’s attention. He introduced himself to me and Jean Michel (a Friend) and apparently his name is Mark as well, WTH. He introduced his buddy named Jeff. He’s white around 5’11” and according to Jean Michel, they’re from La Mesa area. We’ve lost those dudes after we went back from the car. We bought our next round and we saw Kevin with two other friends. I just remember one of those dudes named Jeremy and that’s it. A cute photographer caught my eye and I told Lisa to tell him to take one frame of us but instead of her doing that, she asked Kevin to do it. He took the photo and gave us his business card without even smiling. So never mind cute photographer, we’re going back to the dance floor. Meanwhile, I heard Lady Gaga busting her lungs singing Poker Face, and us busting our asses to the dance floor. After a couple of songs, we’re ready to have our third round and I’ve chosen to have another long island. I could feel the alcohol numbing my senses but I still manage to brag my dance moves. Everybody’s dancing. I’m dancing with Lisa and Jean Michel, with Cecilia and I danced with her husband too, Felson. I saw Kevin around dancing alone. I caught their attention seeing me dancing with my hands over his shoulders facing him. I know the first time I did it was only a tease but I did try to dance with him again for the second time and it was not only a minute. Damn, I’m a whore!


From left to right: Felson, Cecilia, Mark, Jean Michel, Lisa and Kevin


The lights went on and the crowd begins to fade. It was around 2 when we started to roll going south. I realized what happened at the club was weird and somehow wrong. Kevin was not a close friend of mine for me to dance with him like that. He’s one of the coolest guys at work even though I hate when they tease us every time I go to the pharmacy yet he always plays it cool. I’d like to apologize to him but my friends was telling me its not necessary. Well, It was a club anyway and we were just having fun.





I know right?!