Trashy in Trashland

I was at the Lounge last night with some close friends, mainly cos the others didn't show up. I guess inviting people the night before at a drunken party wasn't the most efficient way to get attendance. However I find that it's hard for people to weasel out of something if you give them a lift there yourself, with the child locks firmly secured.

So the Lounge, yeah I like it. The booths, the staff and the fact that you can be as trashy as you want and nobody cares. Everyone in the toilets has big shiny pupils and smiles even if they've been waiting 15 minutes for the girls in the cubicles to finish doing whatever drugs they're doing in there.

The bad side is that people can be as trashy as they want and sometimes I care.
Like when a wasted girl jumped onto my lap and started raving like a derro. I tried to understand what she was saying but as I looked into her cross-eyed, unfocused eyes she started to spray her words over most of my face, and I stopped listening after that.

Or when an incredibly tall guy grabbed my neck and held me there suspended slurring loudly in face "You're hot! Ahhm not gaay! Come ere!!" I eventually twisted my way out of his grip and ran for it.

So how to deal with a trashy crowd? Join them of course (or get annoyed by them the whole night and whinge)
Now I'm not a big drinker and I'm having a break from pills so what else is there left for a girl to do?
Get high on life?
No, that just won't be enough for The Lounge.

So I thought I'd try out some rather uncool legal party pills.
Originally Party Pills contained this stuff called BZP which was supposed to be similar to MDMA but then the Australian Government banned it last year because as soon as they find out people are enjoying anything other that alcohol and cigarettes they get rid of it quick smart.

So these new party pills are BZP free, an alternative to the alternative if you will. And much like Chinese whispers the original message of pills gets distorted till before you know it you're taking caffeine and vitamins.So I popped two and kept my skeptical cap on. About 20 mins later I found an uplifting rush with an undercurrent of nervousness. My hands started shaking and my teeth started chattering. At this point I was the only person in The Lounge with a coat on, but I didn't mind cos I felt pretty good and quite frankly shocked that they did anything at all.

The high was short lived however and I soon decided that legal highs were much better accompanied by something highly illegal. Enter GHB, the most awesome yet most disgusting thing you could ever taste. But once the whole ingesting process was over it took only a few minutes before I was immersed in a warm and tingly euphoria and the strange sensation that there was a party in my pants.
"Hey you guys! Keep it down in there!"

So there was lots of dancing and feeling good going on, and the standard trip to 7/11 for a Killer Python.
By about 2am, my very straight and sober party pals were seated and I was dancing on my own. Well not with anyone I knew if that makes sense.
The crowd was swarming with guys, a problem when clubs don't have a door policy, all the girls end up squashed between thrusting men.

So I was keeping my eyes down and avoiding eye contact. Every now and then I'd look up and check out who was invading my space; no, not hot, no way but come the fourth approach and I was a persuaded to share my dancing space with a rather good looking young man.

However I soon found out that no matter how hot someone is, their charm can diminish in the instant they open their mouth. A drawling Aussie accent raving about how much they love footy is the biggest turn off I could've anticipated (except maybe that they'd wet their pants or vomited on themselves recently).

Then I spent the next few minutes dodging his wandering hands and his trying-to-kiss-you-lean-ins. So now I had to get rid of Mr Patriotic, but how?
The "I have to work in the morning" line worked a treat. And when he shoved his phone in my hand with the expectation that I would hand over my number I pulled the "I don't like waiting for guys to call" line and "I like to be in control" bullshit.
I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes when he replied sleazily"So you like to be in control eh?"
So I managed to grab my faithful friends and make a swift exit and delete his number all before we'd reached the car.

Sorry Aussie-hot-guy you'll find the right girl soon enough.

By the way I'd like to link here to The Lounge because their photos were the exact antidote to those I'd ranted about in the post "Are we trying to repopulate the white race..." which most of you all had a rant to as well. Good on The Lounge for paving new way for tasteful photos of all types of people just being themselves, no licking or faux lesbianism required.