Tuesday, May 03, 2005

lesson #162: my dear chinablack

Aaaah... Where the door bitches are bitchier-than-thou, the shoe rules change everyday, the prices are atrocious (no early bird! Bok bok bok!), and the R'nB only plays for 1 hour before the DJ goes into Techno Craze. Okay, so they'll play R'nB every alternate hour, so what? You can't expect people to dance for 1 hour, then waaaait, then start again after an hour has passed! I blame the crowd. Dear Chinablack-ers, I know you people DON'T like the music. So why not cooperate and boycott the dance floor with me, aye? Just stop dancing and start leaving the club. Three weeks of that and the DJ may get the hint. What you're doing now, stubbornly populating the floor when clearly the music totally sucked... it is a very disappointing attitude. A very disappointing attitude indeed.


But what do you know, eh? You're only 18. Nyaaa-haaaa!


Disclaimer: the author of this post was NEVER 18. She jumped straight from 17 to 19. She never did get into any clubbing craze. She was never picked up by army guys, and she had never checked out cute guys who turn out to be monsters in daylight.