It's Wednesday morning where I am, and I'm at work. I'm trying to re-hydrate my de-hydrated self with cold coffee. I'm quite proud of my cold coffee. It's hard to make without a blender, and only powdered milk, but mine is a work of art, even if I do say so myself!
The reason I'm dehydrated is because I may have overdone it a little last night. You see, K. (my boyfriend) and I were invited for the opening of a new nightclub. Now we're normally a 'go-to-a-quiet-place-with-a-few-friends kind of couple, but we thought it had been a while since we had done the whole 'social' scene and so we went.
The place was packed! There was hardly any room to breathe. I was wearing my flatmates Britney Spears type hat, you know the kind that looks like a beret with a brim, and mercifully my hair was ironed so I reveled in my new persona, acting just like the rest of the girls with 'armpit' bags and manicured nails. Not to mention the designer labels. Now, I'm considered quite attractive, I'm quite skinny with a decent enough body, in my social circle but I usually dress down-- baggy jeans, a tight fitting but somewhat faded t-shirt, you know. But I decided to 'dress' last night. It was sorta gratifying to have so many people check you out, though whether they were looking at me or my hat, I'm not sure. I even met an old crush who told me I was "looking good". I just love it when that happens, don't you?
But by the end of it, I got tired of the fakeness. I pulled my hat over my eyes and said, "This is my people-shooting hat", (From Catcher In The Rye) and only K got what I was referring to.
So we left.