Adore a Lapidé
On Saturday night, we had Claudia's farewell drinks at the Windsor Castle. Drinks and food were organised by Arthur, and we all sat around chatting about weird retail crap. I sat next to Rianna and her oh-so-gorgeous fiance. It's funny thinking about Claudia not being an AG girl anymore. She was my mother from the start, she got me the job as she got to know the 'Asian Little Collins Street Roy boy' as they called me. Since then, we have grown together, and she has been there with me through my ups and downs. Additionally, I will miss her really dumb one-liners...
'I'm sweating like a bucket'
'You're looking for vests? Do you mean sleeveless vests?'
Tear.
After the farewell, I trekked to The Exchange via taxi with two Italian boys I had met at the drinks who were customers of AG. I felt horribly required to do so. Upon arrival, I ditched them and awaited the arrival of James. The arrival of James on this night would mark the first night we had EVER been gay clubbing with one another. He had always clubbed with his crew, and I never really did the gay thing. And every time we had planned to hook up for a boogie, it never eventuated. But this was the night.
Both a bit tipsy, we grabbed some more beverages and headed to the dancefloor. And then the craziness started. The old songs made us reminisce on old memories of dancing in our bedrooms. Then Beyonce & Shakira's 'Beautiful Liar' and Mary J. Blige's 'Be Without You'. After a few more songs, we decided to head down the road. James wanted to go to Diva. I obliged. After 40 seconds in Diva, we headed to Heaven's Door. A place neither of us had been before. We walked in, and the songs were changing. Janet's 'All For You' began ringing out loud and clear. We were awe struck.
Having been bestest, bestest buddies during from '98, we had both learnt the routine. And being so drunk, we just had to do it. Mind you, we were the ONLY people on the dancefloor. And as the sulky Asian boys and the bitter gay men watched from afar, James and I became uninhibited. The whole 'All For You' routine was done. Trash. But oh-so fun. We dirty danced to some random r'n'b pop track. Then the music stopped, and some boys started dancing and singing on stage. We left. Back to Diva.
Upon entering, all I could hear was Steps. By the time it registered, James was already on stage, dragging me along. Oh dear. I knew where this was going. The whole dance to '5, 6, 7, 8' and 'Tragedy' were also re-enacted. James and I attempted the Madonna squats/jump dance, but the music was yet to be appropriate. After the 20 minute colossal-mix (if they played the chorus again, I would have killed someone), we headed back to the Exchange.
Again, I was dragged onto the stage with James. This time, it was Beyonce's 'Ring The Alarm'. Then Pink's 'U & Ur Hand' came on and we lost the plot. James was so adamant about doing the Madonna 'jump' dance. So we did it. Looking like dancing freaks, we were bobbing up and down for a good 20 seconds. My legs hurt insanely, as it was the most strenuous exercise I'd done in ages, but fuk, it was fun. I'm still hurting now, and my legs have sprouted muscles I'd never knew existed. Great. Hahaha. We bumped into Mark, James and Derek and boogied with them over the Dreamgirls drag show. After 'Deja Vu', and the remix to 'One Night Only' we decided to leave.
And so we left for the Peel. We were both equally excited to go, as we hadn't been there in awhile, let alone together. And we knew the music would be perfect for us. We knew we were drunk when our cab conversation became hilarity.
*Ashlee Simpson plays in cab*
J: Speaking of Ashlee, she was playing Roxie in Chicago while I was there. I so wanted to go but by that stage I was poundless...
D: You were poundless? You should have called me, I would've pounded you...
*bahahahaha*
After cloaking my jumper, and experiencing some drama, James dragged me in my reluctant state to the dancefloor. 'Put Your Hands For Detroit' mixed with Justin's 'SexyBack'. And I was in heaven. After some more bump'n'grind with James (gee, that boy has improved his dancing since we were boys), we decided to leave (I think it was about 4:30). We were walking passed the pop room as we exited...
'Who do you think you are....Swing it, shake it, move it, make it....'
We were struck again. And we literally ran to the dancefloor and broke out into the Spice Girls routine. The inner child within had been found in the both of us, and we were cutting it up. We ended up staying for another 30 minutes or so. After which, we high-tailed out of there. Stopped by McDonald's for the obligatory meal, and caught separate cabs home.
Paulina and GS were still awake, so I hung out with them before crashing at 6:30. The sun was coming up. I put my head on my pillow. And I felt 19 again. I remembered the times with Maurice (who I ran into at the Peel), Matt and Mark. Running a muck, drinking in the city, clubbing and passing out. Crushing on Matt. Feeling strangely alone, but not. *sigh* I feel old. But Saturday night, I was young again.
The BEST night. Thanks JT.
iTunesNowPlaying : Kylie Minogue _ Still Standing
'I'm sweating like a bucket'
'You're looking for vests? Do you mean sleeveless vests?'
Tear.
After the farewell, I trekked to The Exchange via taxi with two Italian boys I had met at the drinks who were customers of AG. I felt horribly required to do so. Upon arrival, I ditched them and awaited the arrival of James. The arrival of James on this night would mark the first night we had EVER been gay clubbing with one another. He had always clubbed with his crew, and I never really did the gay thing. And every time we had planned to hook up for a boogie, it never eventuated. But this was the night.
Both a bit tipsy, we grabbed some more beverages and headed to the dancefloor. And then the craziness started. The old songs made us reminisce on old memories of dancing in our bedrooms. Then Beyonce & Shakira's 'Beautiful Liar' and Mary J. Blige's 'Be Without You'. After a few more songs, we decided to head down the road. James wanted to go to Diva. I obliged. After 40 seconds in Diva, we headed to Heaven's Door. A place neither of us had been before. We walked in, and the songs were changing. Janet's 'All For You' began ringing out loud and clear. We were awe struck.
Having been bestest, bestest buddies during from '98, we had both learnt the routine. And being so drunk, we just had to do it. Mind you, we were the ONLY people on the dancefloor. And as the sulky Asian boys and the bitter gay men watched from afar, James and I became uninhibited. The whole 'All For You' routine was done. Trash. But oh-so fun. We dirty danced to some random r'n'b pop track. Then the music stopped, and some boys started dancing and singing on stage. We left. Back to Diva.
Upon entering, all I could hear was Steps. By the time it registered, James was already on stage, dragging me along. Oh dear. I knew where this was going. The whole dance to '5, 6, 7, 8' and 'Tragedy' were also re-enacted. James and I attempted the Madonna squats/jump dance, but the music was yet to be appropriate. After the 20 minute colossal-mix (if they played the chorus again, I would have killed someone), we headed back to the Exchange.
Again, I was dragged onto the stage with James. This time, it was Beyonce's 'Ring The Alarm'. Then Pink's 'U & Ur Hand' came on and we lost the plot. James was so adamant about doing the Madonna 'jump' dance. So we did it. Looking like dancing freaks, we were bobbing up and down for a good 20 seconds. My legs hurt insanely, as it was the most strenuous exercise I'd done in ages, but fuk, it was fun. I'm still hurting now, and my legs have sprouted muscles I'd never knew existed. Great. Hahaha. We bumped into Mark, James and Derek and boogied with them over the Dreamgirls drag show. After 'Deja Vu', and the remix to 'One Night Only' we decided to leave.
And so we left for the Peel. We were both equally excited to go, as we hadn't been there in awhile, let alone together. And we knew the music would be perfect for us. We knew we were drunk when our cab conversation became hilarity.
*Ashlee Simpson plays in cab*
J: Speaking of Ashlee, she was playing Roxie in Chicago while I was there. I so wanted to go but by that stage I was poundless...
D: You were poundless? You should have called me, I would've pounded you...
*bahahahaha*
After cloaking my jumper, and experiencing some drama, James dragged me in my reluctant state to the dancefloor. 'Put Your Hands For Detroit' mixed with Justin's 'SexyBack'. And I was in heaven. After some more bump'n'grind with James (gee, that boy has improved his dancing since we were boys), we decided to leave (I think it was about 4:30). We were walking passed the pop room as we exited...
'Who do you think you are....Swing it, shake it, move it, make it....'
We were struck again. And we literally ran to the dancefloor and broke out into the Spice Girls routine. The inner child within had been found in the both of us, and we were cutting it up. We ended up staying for another 30 minutes or so. After which, we high-tailed out of there. Stopped by McDonald's for the obligatory meal, and caught separate cabs home.
Paulina and GS were still awake, so I hung out with them before crashing at 6:30. The sun was coming up. I put my head on my pillow. And I felt 19 again. I remembered the times with Maurice (who I ran into at the Peel), Matt and Mark. Running a muck, drinking in the city, clubbing and passing out. Crushing on Matt. Feeling strangely alone, but not. *sigh* I feel old. But Saturday night, I was young again.
The BEST night. Thanks JT.
iTunesNowPlaying : Kylie Minogue _ Still Standing
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