Irritants

Last Saturday night at St James was a horror.

I’m still spitting at it.

If you are going to stand still, please DO NOT head to the dancefloor. You take up space.

And a club is NOT a pub. We don’t play finger-guessing games there.

If you had built your reputation as a flirt, please show me how you are one. I will be expecting a charming guy and if you fail my expectations, then I’m not making friends with you. I’ll pull my friend away as well so that she doesn’t end up with someone silly. And oh, I will pray to God and hope that your girlfriend will soon know about your reputation, Raphael.

Sometimes, you’ve just got to look into the mirror and reflect. Stop thinking that you are very attractive (when you are not) and stop speaking so loudly just to gain attention. We are neither deaf nor blind. Thanks for the drinks though, Dave. I love that 2 bottles of vodka. For that, I’ll not go into the details about how irritating you had been.

I’m sorry, Sandy. I was so bored, angry and tired that night that I didn’t pay attention to what you were trying you say. For the three times you repeated, I heard the same thing. “I cannot be bothered by any of them because I’m thinking of sleep.” Until the fourth time that you shouted into my ears, then I realised that you said you were thinking of ‘him’, not ‘sleep’. But I was a bitch and I still insisted that I heard correctly and crapped some reasons out to justify why I kept on saying that I agreed with you. I know I pissed you off badly because clearly, our ‘him’ would have referred to 2 different people. But really, my brain was no longer functioning.

We could not have a more dramatic ending where 20 seconds after we had gotten on a cab to leave for home, we realised that we had left our bags in the locker. Without warning, we jumped out of the cab and made a clumsy run back to St James. We definitely made the cab driver angry.

That sums up the night at St James.

And..

That’s the best writing that I can give for that un-exciting night.