clubbin

I went clubbing this weekend.

It's been 3months since i last went and nothing has changed, much.

I had promised yuiji several times that i would go to ARQ with him for a trance-induced-night, laser show, smiley faces and the delusion of drifting off onto kaleidoscope of binary-refraction and electronica.
Since i think this would be his last time in Australia since his boyfriend is inflating ever-so-frequently that we believe he will pop if something sharp comes in contact with him.

So the night started with rearranging andrews apt. living room to accommodate the auto-inflating li-lo.
They are so much fun, i want one.
Whilst rumagin through andrews things for bedsheets, pillow cases etc i discover he uses extra-large sized condoms.
I don't know how to take that as we are purely-platonic and very much non-contact friends. I don't think i have ever hugged him in a happy way or even touched him unlike everyone else.
Geez...
But anyway that all done i headed out to the midnight shift to meet up with yuji and masa. We hung round like poses rejecting everyone one who even tried to get near us.
hurriedly gym toned boys with generic spikyhaircuts in polotops and grampas emulating in vain.
We just don't do shift patrons.
When we all had enough (when everybody had enough of us) we left for trance-heaven. Through the auto-revolving doors which i once slammed into the non-revolving section bouncing off and onto the ground in my early years of frenzism. We crossed the dance floor, we climbed the neon lined steps to the vip upstairs, we weren't vip but we just walk past the security.
It's all about the attitude.
You know it works when security welcomes u rather than wave a metal detector over you.
We were too scary to question.
We strutted, sat, then strutted some more.. and descended into the chill-out 3rd floor which was filled with... fat girls in what best described as rape of glomesh and nylon.
"Too many fat girls" yuiji cried as he sat down with a ciggerette.
Masa and i wiggled abit only to have a fat girls arse smack right into my thigh. "what the..."
i looked at her like she had taken holiday snaps at aushwitz.
She ran away..lol. Literally.
Mr young-cute-blonde-barman came over to ask yuiji to smoke upstairs... he was holding semi-empty glass of beer collected on one of his rounds.. yuiji drew one deep nicotine hit and dropped it into the semi-empty beer glass got up and walked off.
We walked off like we own the place, such posers, such insolence....in the lobby we giggled like little japanese school girls.

I stayed for an hour... wiggled abit to some house-mix..trance is dead at ARQ. We were very disappointed. I can only take so much of Britney remixes.
So i left there at 1:30 and headed down to my fave pheonix. It was packed as usual..and yes.. the usual people all shirtless, on-heat and throwing themselves around to electro-tribal and abit of retro-remix, the women too.
Managed to drag myself back to andrews round 4... unwound then...floated on a velvet-lined cloud amongst old-library card shelves and restored jet-black fireplace, deepcaramel wild oakboards and a huge brown spider up on the left hand corner.

I slept well.