Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I just went clubbing at Bar Celona. And you know what? IT SUCKED!
Freak! Seriously! ARGH.
Okay, here's the deal. Edward (I call him Eddy), asked me to go to his birthday celebration a month back, so I said okay. Initially it was RM35 and the room would share around 6-7 bottles, which was a fair deal. So I asked Cherrie out along too, and she accepted. Su Lip was supposed to pick me up, and then drive to Cheras (an area quite far away) and pick her up, plus her housemate, and we'd go to Bar Celona together. Good plan right?
Well, for one thing, I hate planning. Yes, yes, there's an old saying... "If you fail to plan, you plan to fail." I plan myself, but its always impromptu. My planning is last minute, and it always works. A trend I've noticed however, is that when I plan ahead of time, nothing goes to plan anyway. And boy, was it never more evident than tonight.
First, when school ended I planned to hang out with some of my classmates and then go back home, get ready and pick Cherrie up. Here's where everything started to go haywire. Su Lip was supposed to pick me up at 8:30pm, but at like 5pm he told me he couldn't come because it was his dad's birthday and he needed to attend a celebration. Geez! What the hell? I can't believe it! 3 hours beforehand I was supposed to be picked up? Ah, geez. Now I needed someone to pick up Cherrie and her friend, and only Shaun came to mind. He had promised Eddy earlier that he'd come for sure, no matter what. So when I called him he said he wasn't coming because he wanted to go out with his friend. Give me a break! Everyone's breaking their word!
Hell, later on Uncle Ben (my mom's boyfriend) asked my mom out, and she told me I'd have to wait before she picked me up. Hell, thanks to him, I waited 3 freaking hours, when my mom had said hours earlier that she'd pick me up on time. So I had to rush my shower, get dressed fast and went off to Sunway Pyramid. I managed to persuade Eddy to pick up Cherrie at Cheras, although he said he'd be a little late, which was fine by Cherrie. So once I was at Bar Celona, I went inside the room, which was quite cozy, and filled with people I didn't know. I asked Eddy to pick up Cherrie and he said he needed to pay the money for the room first, which wasn't easy because it was very messy and some people hadn't paid yet. Okay, understandable. Later on I reminded him, and he said wait for him to get the drinks first. Fine. Once he got them he said get the cake first. Then cut the cake first. Then let everyone eat the cake first. Then let everyone drink a cup first. After that, with him being the birthday boy and all, everyone kept jumping onto him, forcing him to take a drink, pushing him down on the floor, and doing all sorts of crazy stuff. By the time everything was settled, he was dead, dead drunk. Great. This pissed me off to a limit that hasn't been crossed in a hell of a long time. For the first time in God know's how long I lost control and yelled "WHAT THE FUC*?!" to him, which sort of made him get to his senses. He said he'd find someone to drive me to Cheras and pick Cherrie up. He went around, asked someone, who'd say no, then drink a bit more, dance a bit with some girls, then sit down. Then I'd remind him about Cherrie and he get up, and do that all over again. He only asked 3 people to drive, in the span of half an hour. Most of it was drinking and dancing. Hell, I was pissed, so I got the directions to Cheras from Cherrie and told Eddy I'd drive myself, with his car. He refused until I yelled again "Fuc*, just let me drive!" I told him I needed him to be sober to drive but since he'd gone and got himself dead drunk, I'd take things into my own hands. He agreed and passed me his car keys, and then he said to get his car at B1. WOW, What the hell? Sunway Pyramid's carpark is HUGE, and telling me what floor its on isn't gonna help! I told him to bring me there, to which he refused until I kept repeating it until we finally got out.
Guess what? He couldn't find his own car, which was a silver Wira. We searched around and around, but couldn't find the damn car. We spent half an hour looking around, which got me sweaty and pissed off. I called Cherrie and apologized profusely, to which she said it was okay, and that if it was too inconvenient there would be no need to pick her up. I felt so bad that she and her friend had waited for 2 hours for nothing. Getting dressed, putting on makeup, waiting and waiting, just to have me apologize with a drunk guy beside me who couldn't find his car. So since we couldn't find the car, and Cherrie had mentioned earlier if we hadn't reached by 2am, she wouldn't be coming, I figured I'd just call it off. Heck, my first time asking a girl out here and THIS happens.
I went back inside with Eddy and all the drinks were finished already. Because of the money problems, Eddy had asked all of us who were able to pay an additional RM10 to cover up what was still owed. So basically I paid RM45 to have 2 cups, and free refills of coke, get pissed off and have my first time asking a girl out in KL to end in disaster. Brilliant. So I just sat there, watching the LCD TV in the room (WWE), and drinking coke, which sucks, considering I had 3 cups of it earlier in McDonald's, and now in a club, where coke isn't supposed to be the main drink! It didn't help that 2 extremely selfish guys had drank 2 ENTIRE bottle themselves when it was supposed to be shared among everyone in the damn room.
I was pissed. So pissed I swear if there was a chair around I'd throw it at anyone who dared to cross my threshold. While I walked around the room, I did accidentally knock a few tables (and their drinks) over, which broke a lot of glasses and caused a mess. No one dared to say anything after they got a look at how pissed I was though. Later on a guy put his hand on my shoulder and asked me to bring him to the nearest washroom. I kinda expected what was going to happen and quickly brought him there, where he threw up while I needed to hold him steady (he was THAT drunk!). Eurgh. Later on he also took a piss, so I let go of him briefly and he woulda fell over (while peeing mind you) if it wasn't for the fact I quickly grabbed onto him again. So basically I was holding a guy steady while he was peeing. Could the night get any worse?
It did. After releasing everything (vomit, spit, pee, whatever) I brought him back to the seats, which wasn't easy. He collapsed twice (he's heavy) and I needed to pull him back up again. Geez. I took a seat beside him and decided to fill myself insane with coke. Later on a guy I met the last time at Bar Celona was there, and we had a chat about how this whole thing sucked. I was still very pissed, and drunk/barf guy didn't help bring up the mood. During my conversation, it was the first time in over half a decade that I used profanities regularly among my language. Sure, I did use profanities while yelling at Eddy, and I did lose control once during the ignorance era last time in my cellgroup, but I had stopped using profanities in my everyday language over at least 5-6 years. When I was talking to him though, I put in the word "fuc*" into almost every sentence, and I spoke like I spoke before I became a Christian. He needed to go off though, and I decided to get away from all this, so I walked off and sat at the entrance, just looking at everyone inside the club. When I went back inside, almost everyone in the room was gone, and a few stragglers told me that the night was over and everyone was going home. Including my only transport back home. Geez.
So I called up my mom and asked her to pick me up at 3-4am. Sorry. I went back home and took a super long shower, 'cause when I took off my shirt, I smelled cigarettes, alcohol and worst of all, vomit. Brilliant.
Lemme speak honestly here. When you go to a club, the main point is to have fun with your friends, and if you're a guy, dance with a pretty girl or something. Shallow? Sorry, its a basic fact. When guys go clubbing, girls are something needed to make it more interesting. Call it narrow-minded, pervertic or whatever, but interaction of any kind is needed to make it a success. So I had 2 girls coming over, one pretty, the other one, no idea. First it was a chance to at least know them better, and have fun over the course of the night, and Eddy had told me he needed more females to come. I'm not bringing those 2 to get taken advantage of, but at least seeing a few more girls in the room is better than seeing 35 guys and 5 girls right? Not to mention I would have enjoyed myself a bit more if they came, 'cause I talked to only 5 people in the room, and with Cherrie and her friend, at least we could chat and all amongst ourselves.
Overall though, I'm kinda glad they didn't come. If they had, they woulda probably had no drinks by the time they arrived, and wouldn't have had transport back. Not to mention I think they'd be bored dead out of their minds while I was busy helping out drunkards. Even though it sucked terribly, there were a few noticeable things. Someone had set a tabletop on fire and there were 2 girls dancing on top, which was very cool and sultry. Plus, my "friend" came too. It's the same girl who I saw the last time I came and Shaun had tried to get me to dance with her. Also, when I was pissed off, and I walked across the dance floor (which is basically the whole area), even the craziest dancers and drunkards moved over and let me pass easily when they saw me. Having a pissed off look is convenient!
This was, without a doubt, my worst clubbing experience in my entire life. Ever. Please don't let there ever be another one below this horrible standard.