On Euphoria Once More

It surprises me when one of my friends who read my blog has a first impression that I’m an alcoholic who clubs as frequent as anyone could ever imagined. Prolly because there was one period where I think I really did do some posts on myself in some clubs and drinks which might’ve probably tricked my readers into thinking I could be found in MP or Frangi or whatever new hits amongst those guys in town as how the typicals would do. But honestly, I solemnly swear, I’ve been club-sober for as long as I could remember.

2 weeks ago, one of my colleagues who strived together with me for the finals suggested that we make another visit to Euphoria for the second time. And since it’s a she, with many of the other she-s, naturally Thursday night seemed to be the most appealing, after all, ladies get to enter the club for free on a Ladies’ Night.

I failed to get many of the members in my brotherhood to go together with me, therefore I find myself going to thumpa-thumpa in a crowd of female colleagues instead. In addition to that, couple of the girls are actually coupled, if not to a guy, maybe amongst themselves. Their sisterhood. If you know what I mean.

I arrived around 10pm to find the queue lining up outside the entrance as long as 200metres, comprising of God knows how many avid clubbers. When I finally gotten in after paying the cover charge, many of them guys are still loitering outside, not sure why, but I was darn relieved I got in away from all those smokes... Ueekh...

It surprised me a lot really. On a weekday night, I never expected the club to have so many visitors. Maybe because it was a Ladies’ Night, many of the female patrons took the opportunity to go in and anticipate being picked up. No offence, but that’s what the impression I got from the way they dance on the stage. God it was as if I were in a strip club or something, no puns intended. But picture this, girls in short dresses, shaking their booties and their arses so ever vigorously, and to make sure they are stable, their legs were positioned in a wide stance, allowing easy entry to vahjayjayhood. I’m sure most of the guy patrons were there that night for that if not more.

2 hours into shaking the head and the body to the tympanic-membrane drumming, the crowd on the dance floor were so huge that none of us have the space to make a turn without any parts of our bodies touching other peoples’ part. So yeah, I’ve touched quite a few tofus, guys and girls alike, butts and breasts included. God knows how many times I got a hard-on then, but luckily it was pretty dark in there, and every other persons were so busy with their own business, picking up girls and attracting guys.

We left roughly about 1 in the morning, after all it’s a school night, and we were expected to be in class by 8a.m.. So with only 6 hours in hand, it’s pretty precious, at least to me, that I get my much needed sleep.

Thank goodness then that, I was able to stay awake in class the following day, with the help of 2 vitamin B complex pills and 3 chicken essence tablets. Over-dramatic, no?

In short, it was a pretty interesting outing. Not much eye candies. But one instant hard-on attraction. But no, I was lying about the many bouts of hard-ons inside the club. And no, I didn’t get into anyone’s pants. Also nope, I didn’t get picked up. But yes, I was molested a few times. So I had to release the tension after I got back before I went to dreamland.

It was after all just another night of euphoria...