Lucid Dreaming

Well, it’s official.

My life is in abject chaos.

On Friday night I went out to celebrate a friends birthday, it started out wonderfully- I borrowed my housemates pretty flowery dress and off I popped, practically skipping my way through my first bottle of wine on my balcony, with my boss.

Now, you hear the word boss and imagine a balding, suit wearing scary with a bee in his bonnet about not working late/enough… but not my boss. Out of work the boss is a good friend, a laugh and a crackingly good fun on a night out.

We met up with the rest of the gang in a small cocktail bar to let the Debauchery reign. Very quick of the mark, buy one get one free martinis, 2 peach and 2 lychee, 1 schnide apple-tini and a whisky, and I turn to see the birthday girl and her mate doing “The Flaming Waterfall” oh my god. And so it begins.

The gorgeous friends were out, so I introduced my gang to the “gorgeous friends” both Eurasian and hot hot hot... I honestly wouldn’t be able to make up my mind if ever ‘that’ opportunity reared its somewhat beautiful sparkly eyed, straight teethed, intelligent, well groomed and witty head (s)…again “The skinny but gorgeous” one is frankly just lovely im highly possessive of this one after all we had a few dates and shared a rather interesting moment in a taxi where there may have been just for a second or two a kiss and a cheeky hand on the cock. As for the other one, well, honestly speaking on the night I met the gorgeous friends I struggled to make up my mind. I initially kissed and cavorted with “the skinny but gorgeous one” but after his Asian genetics took their toll on his alcohol tolerance- and he left, he left me in the clutches of “J- god amongst men” he of course did the big reveal and spoke about his daughter and his new girlfriend and what do you know, we had a little guilty kiss on the steps of a club behind the bottle bins. He certainly knows how to please!!

………. And then what do you know, my work friend like a dog on heat (who was up for a lay) started barking up MY god dam tree. Well that went down like a sack of shit. Partially due to martini and partly due to her I started getting a little lippy- and well just made an arse of myself all jealous and possessive-,

I'm quite the charm.

Anyway, we left the little cocktail bar only to descend upon the heavy metal bar in Clarke Quay. This is always a good place to be if you can avoid complications and in the words of Korn, the, ehhem…. “Dead Bodies Every where” By that of course I’m referring to the one who cannot be mentioned- the one, the only “I can’t see you anymore as you make me use condoms, but I have a god given Talent, and sing like a demon”, and of course the other Dead Body of a Bar man, “I like you and really want to date you coz your gorgeous…. But I have a Fiancée and a 4 year old daughter”. Anyhow the martini’s really began to kick in, and like a bullet to my brain in walks “skinny but Gorgeous” with my work mate. He took one look at heavy metal bar, wrinkled his perfect flawless nose up and left, with her panting and doe eyed following after him.

So I ordered Absinthe. “Bar tender, it’s her birthday; give us the 7 deadly sins!!”

Of which there were 10 (so im not sure why they are called the 7 deadly’s) or maybe I was imagining the other 3 shots as the absinthe was truly awful, either that or it was an   instant hitting hallucinogen.

Incidentally around the time of the Absinthe there was the appearance of a gorgeous French guy, aged 37 and graying slightly, highly sexy and exceptionally captivating.

----- Maybe I imagined him too???????????-----

I think he drank the remaining 3 shots too… but I can’t be sure.



Absinthe- makes the heart grow fonder



I may have at this point in the night then- allegedly text “skinny but gorgeous” to tell him and I quote, “your mine, but not really if you know what I mean, please don’t fuck my colleague…” bla bla bla. Oh dear. (I’m regretting that one this morning!)

The night then descended into more chaos with a trip to the Scottish whisky bar for shots and shorts, and on to dance in another bar, where the bar man gives me free drinks, in yet another vain and desperate attempt to get laid. But who’s complaining, free drinks.

After probably half an hour of the usual non descript drinking and dancing, and then off to grubby, yet brilliant China One night out occurred. I just briefly and fleetingly remember having a little boogie with a guy I met once in a bar a while ago who exchanges “spite texts” with me.

The gorgeous French guy was still about at this point, but when we decided to leave the club sometime around 5am, he, in a flash. Disappeared.

Shame. 

Definition:

Abject:

Spelled[ab-jekt, ab-jekt]

–adjective

1.

Utterly hopeless, miserable, humiliating, or wretched: abject poverty.

2.

Contemptible; despicable; base-spirited: an abject coward.

3.

Shamelessly servile; slavish.

Absinthe:

/ Spelled[ab-sinth]

–noun

1.

A green, aromatic liqueur that is 68 percent alcohol, is made with wormwood and other herbs, and has a bitter, licorice flavor: now banned in most Western countries.

2.

Wormwood ( def. 2) .