Party!
Now, being who I am, you would probably never see me in a nightclub, drinking, dancing and just getting crazy.But amazingly, that is precisely what happened!
Like I said, there really isn't much to do here in Sheffield, except long walks in the parks, visit to the churches, drinking and partying. That added with the fact that we had free tickets and were in desperate need for some stress busting (due to mounting assignments) meant that before I knew it, I found myself in the middle of the club, dancing (or something like that) and screaming like tomorrow would never come.
Unlike in Malaysia, where the word 'clubbing' would usually have slightly negative connotations, clubbing seems to be a pretty normal thing to do here. I had my initial inhibitions, but I thought "What the heck, you're only young once. If you don't try in now, when?" So there we went, the bunch of us to the club, and when we got there, the dance floor was empty. Many of my fellow uni mates were all too shy to go out and 'shake their thang'. But I guess in the end, there was nothing a little (I mean a lot) of alcohol can't solve. 30 minutes later, the club was packed with people, and drinks were flowing out of the bar, straight into our blood streams. There was a mini 'dance' battle between some guys, which got the crowd worked up.
I didn't dance at first. As a rule of thumb, I never dance. But 3 bottles of vodka cocktail later, that music seems so inviting, and my head started to bob to the music. 1 hour after our arrival, the party was in full swing, and there was just this mindless orgy of dancing, toasting, waving hands and jumping. I told myself, if I couldn't let myself go for even a few hours, just dancing and having fun with my friends, I might as well not come. So I threw the last drops of inhibitions I had just let it out. For 1 and a half hours, we partied like we never partied before (which was true in my case) until I finally had to stop from cramps in my leg. It was from all the jumping around. :-p
Later, my friends would all comment to me that they had never seen me so loose before, and that I was probably drunk. But I was not drunk. I was just high; partly alcohol induced, part self induced. Thinking back on it the morning after, while going through a serious headache, I chuckled at myself, because even I couldnt believe what I did the night before. I thought I would need cajoling to even move my hips, but I ended up being the one pulling friends to dance, and not wanting to go home so soon.
But it was a really fun experience for me, though I have not made up my mind if this is really the kind of thing for me. But one things for sure, I went to sleep tired and half drunk, but I woke up totally stressed free, though with a slight headache.
Cheers!
posted by Compulsive Blogger @ 6:02 pm
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