I Was There

However a good idea wearing stilletoes might be, anything involving heels is NOT a good idea. My leg muscles still hurt. This is from walking all the way from Renaissance and excessive dancing. I should have taken a page out of Far's book and taken off my shoes!

"Where are your shoes? Wait, where are my shoes?!"
*Farwin points under the podium*
"Jesus!"

My Nine West kitty heels left under a crowded podium. The horror.

Summary to how it went down. This is because of David telling me to "blog about it" at the end of the night.

Waiting two hours for Shaun and Galvin. Even sneaked in a quick catnap. Found out later we were the very last people to arrive. Add this to Farwin having to take her IC from her friend in front of Zouk. I was screaming out the window telling her to hurry up. Then parked in Renaissance and got to see fireworks at KL Tower. Run, run, run in my 3-inch heels. Felt so fucking good to say, "My name's on the list." Hawhaw. Upstairs we went. Priscilla and Ronald asking me to sit at their table. Went to sit with Leen and the rest at the next table. Then noticed the reason they wanted me to sit there. Hmm. Someone poured me a drink. Chivas neat. Ergh. Toasts all around. Leen dragging me downstairs with Sher Lyn in tow. Slutted around with the girls. Went upstairs to cut the cake. David getting cake all over his white shirt (told you to wear black). Choon Keet telling me he did me a favour and all went down to dance again. The rest went like this: Dance. Go upstairs. Repeat. Me and Pris trying to touch each other. Getting many "AHEM"s and looks while dancing with him. Shahriz grinning at me like an idiot and Leen pulling my fingers. A pretty high David introducing me to his friends (you stewppid, heard later you did the same to Farwin). Went downstairs one last time to dance. Came back up only to be ambushed and interrogated. Much fun. They'll be more to come on Monday. Three in the morning came and we were shooed out. Long ass goodbyes up front and deciding who will send whom home. Keet saying he'd send us home and making Jia Wei promise she wouldn't throw up in his car. Reached home and died on my bed.

I can't remember the little itty bitty details. Who gives a fuck? The night was filled with good company, good music and good times. I just realised I hadn't had THAT much fun in ages. My god...

Will go back to researching on gay parent families. Someone even asked me, "Do they even exist?". Haha. Yes they do, boy.

Yeah, David and Shaun threw a kick-ass party, surprisingly! Keet and Pris's bungalow bash in January next!