RETURN OF FARTMAN!

Age Is Catching Up Isn't It

So last night I made my way down to Zouk with Derrick, Colin and some of his friends. Derrick's friends, for the simple reason that Colin has too many friends you really don't know where to start. Although we've been to Zouk many a-times before, this felt like a totally new experience, not because of any new music played at Mambo, but it hit hard. There have been so many changes since the last time I've been there that I feel old now. It's the kind of feeling that just overwhelmes you and you think "Holy shit, what the hell is going on here?!"

Walking into Zouk seemed normal enough, but things started to change when we tried to do a roundabout Phuture. We couldn't bloody go in cos we paid at Zouk. What the bloody hell is up with that?! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. It's not as if Phuture has always been that exclusive or anything. The only bloody exclusive thing about it now is that it's filled with those mats and their bloody mat yoyos. Is this a bloody conspiracy to fleece them of 3 bucks more so that eventually in the long run they'll be so poor they'll have to pool money just for one person to go in or is it targeted to seperate the races. In a case such like this I feel pissed because we pay money to go into the main club and we're refused entry into a smaller subsidiary just because it's overcrowded with the bloody dregs of society. Having those arses in there doesn't make it bloody exclusive! The management seriously needs to rethink their strategy. Ok, granted, not all of these orang lauts are as bad as I presume them to be, but hey, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Of course, there are always exceptions. Analogously, there are rapists who are not really rapists. They just had a little voice inside their heads which nibbled at their frontal lobe telling them "Go rape.. you will enjoy it." Right.

That really made me feel old enough, not knowing of a change like that. Well, at least it shows that my money has been well-spent somewhere else. Now that's a little consolation. So we made our way back to Member's and I ordered a Tiger from the tap. It came in this little itsy-bitsy glass. I asked if I could have it in the normal mug instead cos obviously it's a lot less beer. Well, it seems they don't serve them in mugs anymore. What the hell, but I give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, just maybe, mugs have been stolen from Phuture and now Zouk doesn't have anymore left, or maybe too many mugs have been broken in fights at Phuture. However, I honestly think that the former is more probable.

Lastly, the clubbers at Mambo are getting younger and younger. I hate to say that I'm getting older and older, but we all know that that's the case. Barely legal. Yeah, that's the term. Barely friggin legal.

On a happier note, at least I got to see Derrick try to dress up his image with an ear stud on his right lobe. Honestly, I never got the deal about which side is gay and what not. Who in the world stated that in the first place?! But it was nice just seeing him freak out cos this apparently was the second time he's worn it on the right. The first time was at the gym. He should follow me to the gym, he'll never make it out alive. At best he'll be in a wheelchair for a month. Next time, I'm hitting Liquid Room or somewhere else that I'm more familiar with. Once I can dance on both legs, of course.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 4:40 PM