A moment of indecision of whether or not to go to Club Taku was settled when Jackie called and said she needed guys to hand out roses to Bea, who turns 21 today (it's 4AM right now). Manol, Fernds, Carlos and I came late, nonetheless. 'Least the place had good music, but I'm still partially deaf at the moment.
Speaking of moments, several stand out. One, a "almost came to blows" kind between Belo and Tin (Ngo)'s friend. Two (and three, sorta) being Elaine dancing a wee bit to intimately with two guys I've never seen before. I couldn't tell whether she knew 'em or she was tipsy. I actually felt jealous, but more angry, particularly at myself, for just standing there and "letting" it happen. (Yeah, she's an adult and I don't her well enough to judge, but I could spend volumes talking about mixed feelings for this girl...but not today.) Nerelie got worried about the second guy and pulled 'Lainey away while I moved in to block to guy. A bit subtle, but I was definitely afraid of any confrontation that might have occurred.
Then there was Debbie (the Canadian one), all wasted and like a lame sitcom plot prevented by most of us from getting one drink too many. My guess is we failed miserably.
On thing I didn't stand for was when Ching and Kym tried to take off my shirt, followed by everybody else trying to get into the game. Like being asked to sing acapella (no, not tonight) was embarassing enough, but to strip? This, was...ugh. What did they take me for, drunk? Sure, I chugalugged Kym's beer (couldn't believe it myself), but that's it. Peer pressure can be such a pain, sometimes.
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