Never Mine

It was a glorious Sunday evening and a couple of friends and I coincidentally had the following Monday off so we decided to hit the town, Changkat Bukit Bintang to be exact. We had a couple of drinks (five, to be exact) at 21 and had a fantastic time. We decided to elevate the proceedings by hitting one of the neighboring clubs and do a bit of dancing, and to also troll for men. Hey, we were single then, don’t judge us.
We were soon met with a dilemma, which club do we go to that housed all the hot guys? We made the entire walk through Changkat and checked out the patronage level of attractiveness. Yes, there is an exact math to it but I would rather not get into that here. After the observation and rough calculations, we decided to hit this place.
We wanted to get a better view of the Changkat Street so we opted to hang on the first floor. We got our groove on and shook our booties but then we were met by yet another dilemma. There weren’t enough good-​looking guys on the first floor, they were all on the ground floor. Sigh… we made our way down (the magnitude of trouble that we go to to secure ourselves dates are getting a little ridiculous.)
We picked a corner, stayed there and the guys started to flood in. Yay!
Ladies drank for free there on Sunday nights so our friend was good to go. There was also a band playing there that night and they were ok. They weren’t NRG (a famous local cover band) good but they were ok. The place was full, the music was good and the crowd looked like they were having a good time.
We danced till about 1am and made our way home soon after. Our feet were screaming and our minds quickly and rather bluntly, reminded us of our actual age. I don’t know how those people carried on dancing till the club closed for the night and still manage to get up for work the following day because for us, we thanked God almighty that we got the next day off.
Remember children, don’t mix your drinks and don’t go through too much trouble looking for a man, they’ll come in good time…