Last night was an unusually lousy night out for me. The first stop for the night was at my favourite Saturday haunt, The Deen. We saw our favourite bartender Sam who waved and blew kisses at us when she saw us. That put us on a good start. But somehow, the music didn’t do it for me and neither did the pretty girls.

Next up was Metro City, a predominantly Asian club and a place that plays R&B - two things that I’ve since moved away from. Unless I’m in an Asian city, I don’t like walking into a place that makes you forget that you are in Australia and where the sprinkling of white folks makes them look like expats or tourists. Which I guess is a little bit ironic to feel since most of the friends that I go out clubbing with are Asian. Hmm, I’m kinda conflicted that way.

Still some friends were going and I had fun seeing them, and bumping into and saying hello to other people whom I know from around places. But no amount of alcohol and not even a little something recreational on the side was gonna lift me into the mood that I wanted to be in. My mind was already made up about the night, and the power of the mind was going to be stronger than those of chemicals this time round. If you can imagine being drunk and high but bored, and surrounded by other people who seem to be having more fun than you are, that was me last night. And it was teh sux.

To cap off the night very well I thought was the long lonely walk to the carpark in the freezing cold (3°C last night!) at 3am while my friends were still happily partying inside.

But today is another day and I can’t complain. And, waking up to the comfort food that is my mother’s porridge didn’t hurt. :)

A sleeping punter on a street in Northbridge

I wonder if he had more fun than me last night