it was ugly, the unglamorized side of clubbing.
a girl totally wasted, sprawled across the ground, puking in the bushes, her head falling to the side as if laden with lead. her top riding up her torso, her jeans half undone.
the total helplessness, 3 friends carrying her from the club to the side of the hotel to the car.
and she'll awake the next day remembering nothing and suffering from the worse hangover.
it's, pardon my french, totally fucked.
one guy, crying and cursing, his shirt soaked with blood gushing from his chin.
red splatters all over his face, crimson droplets on the ground.
a fight? a fall? an intention to hurt or a mere accident?
i can only speculate.
so many drunks, puking in a corner, at the drain, any random spot.
the loss of awareness, also has a tendencey of making one expose their thong while spewing.
to say the very least, i'm turned off.
i'm over it, give me a live band and matured crowd anyday
one that can at least control their alcohol consumption.
if you can't, just stop.
and one would think, isn't that just the logical thing to do?
jiLL divulged at 2:33 AM 0 Comments