Woke up feeling lost. I went to Ministry of Sound for my 1st time last night. I sound so backward. However, it went on to confirm something that I have been suspecting all along. There wasn’t a long queue but when I showed my IC to the lady, she stared at it and me. My photo was still of me when I first made it, in primary six. Suddenly, I felt old. I was let in.
There, my friend paid for the entrance fee. It was rather smoky, maybe from their machine that would spew out white smoke every ten minutes. We went upstairs after getting that invisible ink chop on our forearms. Actually, it’s called fluorescent ink stamps.
The dance floor was empty despite the DJ playing out the songs. Brandy with coke was strong. A few sips warmed my throat and the place didn’t feel so cold, I wasn’t sitting under the aircon vent, thankfully. It took 2 girls in mini skirts to start the dance going after 11.30pm. I was about to doze off from the lack of action there. We saw 2 main attractions, one guy in striped short sleeved and the other in long sleeved shirts making huge moves. They were surely getting the attention more than the girls who started dancing first. One of them was making huge movements by stepping side to side. The other was attempting to move some forwards and backwards and sidewards. Looked like they were with a bunch of friends who were having their first time at a club.
2 jugs of some red drinks were ordered, I think mixed with berry, those tasted sour when the ice melted. More people started jamming at the dance floor after 12 midnight. I started having a pounding headache. Perhaps due to the drinks and the loud music blasting away. At that point I felt some cold drops on my upper arm. Some guy had spilled his drinks on me. He offered his orange looking drink and I refused it. My friend’s husband immediately offered him the jug still a third filled with the berry mixed drink. The guy drank a bit from it and left after my friend’s husband took a sip of his orange drink. Apparently, I was supposed to drink that glass up as a form of accepting his apology. Now, what if I had drank that glass?
We decided to leave as it was getting more crowded. Some foreigners were having the time of their life there too. The disco at the first floor was more crowded. The music blasting out was rather heavy metal-like. We gave up trying to locate our friends. The SMS and call went unanswered as expected. Just before we left, there was a fight in the middle of the dance floor. My friend’s husband went to investigate and confirmed my initial question. It was broken up after that raised fist. The bouncers were efficient.
I took a taxi back after that and this time, my clothes didn’t smell of smoke and alcohol. The no smoking rule has kicked in. There was a room for the smokers though. While in the taxi, my head started pounding heavier and I felt slightly nauseas. Hoping that I wouldn’t puke in the cab, I breathed slowly. I was nearly home.
This trip has confirmed one thing. I am getting deaf in my right ear.
From the lyrics, I gather that she will follow him anywhere because he’s good.
