Believe It Or Not It’s Just Me
Devil’s phone started going off at about 1930 last night (Saturday Night). Devil received the standard messages of: “Dude, you coming out tonight.” or “What time your going out?” or “Where you gonna be tonight?”.
I honestly didn’t have anything planned but obviously there was an expectation that I was to be going out. Again. I checked with The Will & Grace Group to see if they wanted to go out and have some fun but again, Grace wasn’t feeling up it but Will was. So again, I went out with Will to play some pool, have a few drinks, take a few random photos and meet up with a few friends. I love my camera.
My PartyGirls were already going to be going out so were pretty much expecting me to meet them at one club or other. It was still undecided at the time which club they were going to be meeting at but I kind of got the impression that with Will and my PartyGirls…it was going to be at THAT club again.
Maybe I shouldn’t really admit to this because it makes me sound way sleazier than I actually am, but I think I’m enjoying the fact that I go to these clubs because the proportion of single attractive females are far greater than any other type of club for the simple fact that they don’t get hit on by sleazy guys all the time because the sleazy gus are pretty much hitting on each other. Which is why it’s probably such a gold mine for me…but anyway, that’s beside the point.
I also found out that Will and my PartyGirls had gone out the night before (separately) but ended up meeting at the same club. I don’t know if that’s a cause for jealously or resentment.
I mean they are MY PartyyGirls and even though he’s not interested in them in that way, it was just a weird feeling to have been (the now redundant) link between them.
Maybe I’m just thinking about it too much.
Anyway, while I was at THAT club, my attempts to purchase my staple intake of Smirnoff was denied because…simply…they were out of it. I was NOT impressed and decided to have a Red Bull - straight. Bad idea. Not only was I wired but I was making it public knowledge that the place sucked whilst sober.
Thankfully I found a temporary replacement of: Absolut (It’s like Smirnoff…only not). It took me 3/4 of a bottle before the alcohol started taking affect. Smirnoff does it in about 1/2 a botte. *sigh*
My PartyGirls finally arrived and as you do when your with your PartyGirls…you party hard. Well, I did anyway. My PartyGirls had been partying since the previous night so were a bit partied out and took it easy for the night.
Whilst partying I met one of the cutest, most attractive girls I have seen in a long time. Me being the natural charmer I am, persuaded her to take a few photos with me. Her girlfriend (yes…girlfriend) having found out that I had some interest in her lover (and not for her shoes) was not particularly impressed with my photographic talents.
Will, on the other hand, had met someone of his own liking and wanted to go to another club so me, in my infinite wisdom, went with him to ensure that should the time come and he wanted to leave I could drop him off home.
I drove him into the city and I was going to drive him off home. Whilst walking to the next club Will and his companion (B) were becoming better acquainted while myself and a wonderful girl (J) got to know each other a bit better.
As it turns out both (J) and (B) had been friends for a long time and it was only in the previous week that (B) had confessed his preferences and that night was the first night either of them had gone out embracing his newfound freedom. (J) was still having some difficulty adjusting to the news but was attempting to support her friend as best she could and for that I give her credit.
We arrived at a club that both Will and (B) could have a good dance. It was somewhat eye-opening (not in that capacity) but both (J) and myself appeared to be the minority demographic and (J) was having a bit of a difficult time adjusting.
They started playing "Katty B - Let's Hear It For The Boy" and then just when I thought things couldn’t get any gayer, glitter-confetti was released from the air vents and ceiling. All I could do was shake my head and laugh...and I was laughing hard...Will was lip-synching to the song.
By that time, I started coming down off the alcohol and again became somewhat aggressive. This time however my role was slightly different. Maybe it’s my protective nature or maybe it was just the aggression manifesting in a different way but I was basically acting as the guardian over the little group that I had met that night. Ironic really, Devil the guardian Angel.
(J) wasn’t able to adjust to the environment so had to briefly leave the premises. I went outside with (J) and left Will and (B) to enjoy the atmosphere. It’s not safe on the streets of the city alone so I made sure that (J) was protected.
Whilst outside with (J) I became her confidant. She made a number of admissions, candid statements and confessions about herself, (B) and the people they had in common. (J) appeared to still be heavily intoxicated which was unfortunate because I believe that I provided her with some of the most important advice she would ever receive.
Anyway, after some time, Will and (B) exited the club and Will (against my recommendation) had decided to go back with both (B) and (J). Will had made his decision, so I walked them all to the taxi stand down the end of the road.
It was only after I didn’t get into the taxi with them that they realised that I wasn’t going to be going with them and it was only then that concerns were raised for my welfare.
I persuaded them that (in my current state) I would be more than fine and was more than capable of looking after myself. Will became a little concerned that I would be out on the city streets on my own but I assured him that he was my responsibility and that I was not his.
It was my duty to make sure that they were all safe and after ensuring that they were all safe inside the taxi, I waited for them to depart before taking the long walk back to my car.
They were all probably too drunk to realise what I had done for them that night but I’d like to think somewhere in their subconscious there is the memory of what I had done for each and all of them that night.
All I can say is that: the photographer never appears in the photos.
After very little sleep (due to my parents decision to start drilling holes in the wall at about 1000) I spent the day putting all my clothes away and spent the evening/night with The Crew at a training session and then going out and causing mischievous mayhem in the metropolis.
I didn’t realise how much fun juvenile delinquent behaviour could possibly be. This time it involved slow moving vehicles and wheelie bins and the traditional food tower at Subway.
So at the end of a long night, here I am, dumping out my thoughts so I can get my brain to switch off long enough for me to get some decent sleep.
I think I’m over the whole partying/clubbing thing though. Or it could just be my short attention span and the novelty of it all has just worn off. And I think maybe I just feel like I’m being used.
*sigh*
I don’t know…maybe I should just stop thinking for a while.
I honestly didn’t have anything planned but obviously there was an expectation that I was to be going out. Again. I checked with The Will & Grace Group to see if they wanted to go out and have some fun but again, Grace wasn’t feeling up it but Will was. So again, I went out with Will to play some pool, have a few drinks, take a few random photos and meet up with a few friends. I love my camera.
My PartyGirls were already going to be going out so were pretty much expecting me to meet them at one club or other. It was still undecided at the time which club they were going to be meeting at but I kind of got the impression that with Will and my PartyGirls…it was going to be at THAT club again.
Maybe I shouldn’t really admit to this because it makes me sound way sleazier than I actually am, but I think I’m enjoying the fact that I go to these clubs because the proportion of single attractive females are far greater than any other type of club for the simple fact that they don’t get hit on by sleazy guys all the time because the sleazy gus are pretty much hitting on each other. Which is why it’s probably such a gold mine for me…but anyway, that’s beside the point.
I also found out that Will and my PartyGirls had gone out the night before (separately) but ended up meeting at the same club. I don’t know if that’s a cause for jealously or resentment.
I mean they are MY PartyyGirls and even though he’s not interested in them in that way, it was just a weird feeling to have been (the now redundant) link between them.
Maybe I’m just thinking about it too much.
Anyway, while I was at THAT club, my attempts to purchase my staple intake of Smirnoff was denied because…simply…they were out of it. I was NOT impressed and decided to have a Red Bull - straight. Bad idea. Not only was I wired but I was making it public knowledge that the place sucked whilst sober.
Thankfully I found a temporary replacement of: Absolut (It’s like Smirnoff…only not). It took me 3/4 of a bottle before the alcohol started taking affect. Smirnoff does it in about 1/2 a botte. *sigh*
My PartyGirls finally arrived and as you do when your with your PartyGirls…you party hard. Well, I did anyway. My PartyGirls had been partying since the previous night so were a bit partied out and took it easy for the night.
Whilst partying I met one of the cutest, most attractive girls I have seen in a long time. Me being the natural charmer I am, persuaded her to take a few photos with me. Her girlfriend (yes…girlfriend) having found out that I had some interest in her lover (and not for her shoes) was not particularly impressed with my photographic talents.
Will, on the other hand, had met someone of his own liking and wanted to go to another club so me, in my infinite wisdom, went with him to ensure that should the time come and he wanted to leave I could drop him off home.
I drove him into the city and I was going to drive him off home. Whilst walking to the next club Will and his companion (B) were becoming better acquainted while myself and a wonderful girl (J) got to know each other a bit better.
As it turns out both (J) and (B) had been friends for a long time and it was only in the previous week that (B) had confessed his preferences and that night was the first night either of them had gone out embracing his newfound freedom. (J) was still having some difficulty adjusting to the news but was attempting to support her friend as best she could and for that I give her credit.
We arrived at a club that both Will and (B) could have a good dance. It was somewhat eye-opening (not in that capacity) but both (J) and myself appeared to be the minority demographic and (J) was having a bit of a difficult time adjusting.
They started playing "Katty B - Let's Hear It For The Boy" and then just when I thought things couldn’t get any gayer, glitter-confetti was released from the air vents and ceiling. All I could do was shake my head and laugh...and I was laughing hard...Will was lip-synching to the song.
By that time, I started coming down off the alcohol and again became somewhat aggressive. This time however my role was slightly different. Maybe it’s my protective nature or maybe it was just the aggression manifesting in a different way but I was basically acting as the guardian over the little group that I had met that night. Ironic really, Devil the guardian Angel.
(J) wasn’t able to adjust to the environment so had to briefly leave the premises. I went outside with (J) and left Will and (B) to enjoy the atmosphere. It’s not safe on the streets of the city alone so I made sure that (J) was protected.
Whilst outside with (J) I became her confidant. She made a number of admissions, candid statements and confessions about herself, (B) and the people they had in common. (J) appeared to still be heavily intoxicated which was unfortunate because I believe that I provided her with some of the most important advice she would ever receive.
Anyway, after some time, Will and (B) exited the club and Will (against my recommendation) had decided to go back with both (B) and (J). Will had made his decision, so I walked them all to the taxi stand down the end of the road.
It was only after I didn’t get into the taxi with them that they realised that I wasn’t going to be going with them and it was only then that concerns were raised for my welfare.
I persuaded them that (in my current state) I would be more than fine and was more than capable of looking after myself. Will became a little concerned that I would be out on the city streets on my own but I assured him that he was my responsibility and that I was not his.
It was my duty to make sure that they were all safe and after ensuring that they were all safe inside the taxi, I waited for them to depart before taking the long walk back to my car.
They were all probably too drunk to realise what I had done for them that night but I’d like to think somewhere in their subconscious there is the memory of what I had done for each and all of them that night.
All I can say is that: the photographer never appears in the photos.
After very little sleep (due to my parents decision to start drilling holes in the wall at about 1000) I spent the day putting all my clothes away and spent the evening/night with The Crew at a training session and then going out and causing mischievous mayhem in the metropolis.
I didn’t realise how much fun juvenile delinquent behaviour could possibly be. This time it involved slow moving vehicles and wheelie bins and the traditional food tower at Subway.
So at the end of a long night, here I am, dumping out my thoughts so I can get my brain to switch off long enough for me to get some decent sleep.
I think I’m over the whole partying/clubbing thing though. Or it could just be my short attention span and the novelty of it all has just worn off. And I think maybe I just feel like I’m being used.
*sigh*
I don’t know…maybe I should just stop thinking for a while.
Devil's Winamp: Joey Scarbury - Greatest American Hero
Devil's Mood : Tired / Cynical / Slightly depressed
posted by Devil's Advocate at 22.1.06
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