it was supposed to be a quiet night in

i didn't intend to head out on saturday night. not after a pretty fuelled friday night. and i do try to keep the alcohol level in check... sorta haha!

but saturday evening and the text messages started rolling in.

not-so-shy texan: hey sexy. are you going out tonight? i don't have plans yet and just drinking frozen drinks at home :)

my party girl: babe wanna go out tonight with *insert name of her guy friend who i also know* and his friends?

so perhaps for the sake of more stories, i should have probably gone with not-so-shy texan. but somehow i just felt more up to partying with my party girl instead of drinking with not-so-shy texan and trying to make conversation.

in the end i met up with my party girl, her guy friend and his guy friend. nothing too exciting there. they are both married. and his guy friend's elder daughter is actually close to my age.

but it was good fun. we opened a bottle of macallan and polished it all off within a relatively short period of time. what can i say? i like my whiskey on the rocks.

soon my party girl and i were dancing it out. that was good 'coz i've been itching to dance since the last few weeks where we've just been chilling out with drinks.

and then somehow we found our way to the club that dj guy now works in. i walked in and saw the mind-reader's friend there who said that the mind-reader was supposedly on his way. i'm not sure if he ever turned up 'coz i was too busy having shots at the bar and trying to stop myself from thinking of dj guy.

yeah well didn't work. it's kinda hard when i found myself making my way to his corner of the bar. and even worst when i found myself texting him later.

you can imagine the hangover as well as the "oh crap i can't believe i did that" feeling...

and yet i didn't get that makeout session that i need...