WARNING: this post will be infested with non-words such as ‘ugh’, ‘argh’ and ‘grr’ and will probably require a significant amount of attention if you wish to decode my verbose, inebriated ramblings.
I woke up this morning at about 11.30AM. Sleeping in was nice. My day consisted of getting an X-ray on my teeth, dropping by a friends place for coffee and then cosmetic shopping.
This evening my friends and I planned to go out clubbing. I hadn’t been for a long time so it seemed like a good idea. We were to meet at my friend’s house at 7.30pm. I spend the most part of my afternoon curling my hair with a straightening iron which by the way, is a near-impossible task. As the afternoon faded I begin to remember why I hadn’t been clubbing in so long.
It was raining outside so finding an appropriate outfit was not an easy task. My bedroom is an utter mess now, with clothes all over the floor. I decided to go with a skirt, tights and a jumper but it was still unbearably freezing outside. I wanted to cancel on my mates but the evening had been planned for a long time and we hadn’t gone out together for a while. The curls in my hair turned into matted frizz in no time. Pre-drinking with the girls was fun. I was in the comfort of a warm home, with nice music and good company.
The taxi arrived to drive us to the club. A friend and I acknowledged each others reluctance but we toughened up and got in the cab. Taxi ride was fun- we were just the right amount of drunk.
When we arrived at the club the line was awfully long. We walked all the way to the back of the line- still happy drunk- so we weren’t so bothered. Time passed us by and we were all busting for the bathroom. We saw the fun in the situation.
As we approached the front of the line we almost couldn’t contain our bladders. Then a bunch of sluts and douchebags cut in front of us and got let straight in. UGH. Exclusiveness makes me angry!
Finally, we got inside and because by that time it was after 11pm, WE HAD TO PAY THE FULL $20 ENTRY FEE. $20 is like one and a half hours of work for me. Rage.
We hit up the D-Floor for a few songs. So far so good… apart from the fact that my whole body was aching from yesterdays gym workout and I made the stupid decision to wear high heels. Also, the place was filled with rain-soaked people who were all up in everyone’s grill. All up in my grill.
We went to the upper floor, back to the lower floor, back to the upper floor, split up for a bit, met back up again. And then I noticed my wallet had been taken right out of my bag. What the fuck!?
I retraced my steps, hoping that it had fallen out and no-one had noticed. Upstairs, downstairs, back up again and then back down. It was nowhere. With all those people brushing past me, somebody must have stolen it. ARGH! I swore at one of the bouncers for a bit and then left the club. I did not want to be in that environment anymore. I left alone and stood in the pouring rain. Perfect.
I stood in the rain for a while before realizing that I’d have to catch a taxi back to my neighborhood alone. Luckily I had my new bank-card in my iPhone case so I’d be able to use that to pay for the fare. My night had turned to ruin so I asked my mother to pick me up halfway from the club to my house (to save about $15). I instructed the driver to pull over in a general location so I could get out and meet my mother there. I was yet to use my new debit card so I assumed that the pin code was the one that they had given me. I’m sure you can tell where this is going- the pin code was incorrect so I was unable to pay for the cab. Fuck. Mother didn’t have her wallet on her so I had to stay in the cab as he followed her car back to our house so we could collect the funds to reimburse him. I had a bit of a teary in the taxi on the way home.
When I got to my bedroom I was glad to be home but still filled with so much rage. I’ve decided that I absolutely hate nightclubs. They are so uncivilized and gross.
I was so angry at my handbag for not keeping my items secure that I ripped it apart. Woops.
I was so angry at my new debit card for not letting me access the funds that I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut it to bits. Woops.
Now I’m in bed, I’m still a bit inebriated but I’ve calmed down a bit.
To top off my pain, I have work tomorrow.
Hashtag first world problems.
So that was my Thursday.
So, I’m staying in a house by the beach for a couple days. It’s a small, brick house and therefore is flipping freezing but on the plus side… there’s a fireplace!
Ellyse 