WAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
behold, the sound of a girl betrayed by the thoughts of a fun night out with the girls.
you know the funny thing, we girls can handle ANYTHING, well, more or less, when we're out together.
bad hair? put a pin in it.
need lipstick? here, use some of mine.
stepped in something? its ok, at least you're wearing covered shoes.
some fucker asked you for a dance? KATAKAN TAK NAK.
my point is, we can handle anything. (more or less anyway)
BUT
when we get BAD MUSIC,
sista, i think we cant take no more. its just too much.
THE SISTERHOOD IS ONLY SO STRONG!
stupid DJ last night at globe. he was probably counting on people eing too wasted to listen to the music. WELL, some people actually DO. and you're doing a LOUSY job. know what? LOUSY looks good compared to the nonsense we had to listen to last night. it was WA-AY shitty. the shittiest of the shits. and shit looks friggin COOL compared to last night.
get my point?
maybe i should list down EVERY SINGLE THING THAT WENT WRONG LAST NIGHT. that way, the world can know what i am griping on about and...well i guess just the knowledge that i've let it all out and have ranted and raved all i can would make me feel better.
so here it is:
EVERY SINGLE THING THAT WENT WRONG SUCKED ABOUT LAST NIGHT:
- BAD MUSIC - i tell you, DJ's everywhere are burdened with the duty of making GREAT song choices because that can make or break a person/group's night out. DO NOT rely on people being drunk to cover the fact that you are a lousy DJ. DO NOT spin so much of that shitty eurotrash. DO NOT try to appeal to the white, drunk/wasted demographic by choosing lousy songs. DO NOT play the good songs too short and extend the playlife of the lousy songs. DO NOT play one good song and then follow that up with 5 lousy ones.
- some moron was dancing behind me, and was trying to catch my eye. (HEY LOSER!! CANT YOU TELL I'M NOT INTERESTED?!) when he couldnt get any response from me, he purposely banged his head into mine, and then had the nerve to say "Can we dance?". NO FREAKIN' WAY, RETARD.
- my friend had a "stalker" after her, trying to meet up with her at the club, who brought along his friend who wanted my number. long story short, we did NOT talk to him and what happened was that he called and hunnie ended up picking up his call telling him NOT to call ever again. (eye-roll) GEEZ! he smsed her today, and his friend was STILL asking for my number.(DUDE! I dont even remember seeing you! EVER, for that matter. not this weekend, or any weekend) so i told my friend to tell him that i am seeing someone and that my boyfriend would kick the living shits out of him if he bugged me again.
- last night as we left the dance floor for the umpteenth time, we got pushed and had to squeeze through (thats expected, knowing how small sha and i are) and MY EARRING FELL OUT. OH MY GOD! i had to stoop down, make myself even smaller, put myself at risk of being stepped on, and look for my beautiful earring amid broken bottles and GOD KNOWS what other sticky stuff there is on the floor. thankfully, i found it. BUT it hurt like HELL when it fell out cause it got dragged and ya da ya da...
- THEN i had my ass grabbed. TWICE. i'd set the bouncer loose on you if i knew who you were.
- some bastard ruffled my hair as i was walking by with the girls. i turned around expecting to see someone i know, but NOOOooo. its just some dumb fucker who thinks he can ruffle my hair. UGH.
- somebody grabbed hunnie's ass too, i think.
the thing is, most of this can be laughed off IF we had had fun dancing. BUT there was no space to dance at all. NOR was there good music. it was a bunch of drunk white people spasing away to some eurotrashy nonsense.
thats it.
we have SO got to scout out new areas along Queen Street.
BUT, in the words of a local who told us last night "Altogether auckland's pretty shit".