Miss

April 9, 2006

Some friends dragged the girlfriend and I to this bar in Metrowalk called Mugen.  Or was it Nugen?  Oh well, it’s there in Metrowalk so I’m sure you’ve seen it.  I told them I don’t like live bands but they dragged us anyway.  Good thing, there was no band that night, just DJs playing some hip-hop and RnB tunes, which was ok.  But then they switched to house.  

First they played Ever After (I was already screaming “Kill me now!”) and then they followed it up with Dove.  And then Dark Beat.  And then some other ancient house tunes from days gone by.  What did I ever do to deserve such punishment?  Do they even know what year we are in now?  Those tracks have been played to death already, I could’ve sworn my ears were bleeding.  I wanted to run to the car, grab some new house CDs and shove them up their ass.  Better judgment prevailed.  Thankfully, after playing about five or six other extremely classic house tracks, they switched back to playing RnB and hip-hop tunes.  I don’t listen to RnB and hip-hop so the tracks were at least refreshing to me.

On the table right beside us were four girls.  They were just dancing in their seats and drinking beer.  My friend dared me to approach them.  He said he’ll pay for my beer if I can pull it off.  He doesn’t know me that well.  Striking up a conversation with girls in a club?  Hah!  Never been a problem.  So he ended up paying for all my beer.  It was ok with the girlfriend so long as she can see me.  

However, one of the girls was just dancing there in her seat, not minding me or her friends at all.  Yep, she was high.  And oh, how I envied her.  What I wouldn’t give for just one tab.  I really miss those days.

Gone

Another day, another petty argument with the girlfriend.  We argue about the smallest things these days.  I’m just so tired.  Anyway, I’m not gonna dwell on that anymore.  I’d rather not.