look out weekend 'coz here i come... the weekend came... i attempted to conquer... and utterly failed. but i had fun doing it. part 2...
following dinner at manpuku... we headed over to eric's hotel to freshen up and wait for our ride to sutra. it's been 2 years since i last set foot inside sutra and it's changed. the decor has transformed from sensual indian decor to pure white decadence. although, the drinks are still the same... the crowd is still the same... and the vibe is still the same. gotta love the oc clubbin' crowd.
i felt fancy coming in through the back entrance... never done that before! no wait! no line! that alone just made my night. we made our way to the DJ booth; it's a different perspective from up there... looking over the entire crowd listening to that guy mixing beats. i didn't think asking the DJ to play a song still even happened anymore... mike and i have dotted bruises on our arms from people tapping us to ask "the DJ" if he'll play their song. that was awkward.
it surprises me how electronica has become the norm in dance songs now & at the clubs. i remember when back in the day the only time you'd be able to dance to trance was at an underground rave. now, it's everywhere... when you here remixes of ke$hia (gag), black eyed peas, LMFAO, afrojack... especially in vegas... and especially at sutra. i'm not hating... i enjoy it very much... especially when i'm on the treadmill... or nordic track.
the club got eric a bottle of goose and we took shots, made strong cocktails, and toasted to the night. the dance floor was littered with a variety of people... our favorite were the cougars. once again... you gotta love the oc crowd! despite the variety of douche bags and girls you see and meet at the club... one commonality we all have is we're simply here to have fun. blow off the work... or school... or funemployment... or it's so hard to be a trust fund baby week and hang with the homies... dance your ass off, drink your liver gone, and make out with that girl or guy you'd never give 2 seconds of your life if you were sober.
since we came with the DJ... we had to leave with the DJ. that meant staying until the club closed. a bottle of goose, a ride back to the hotel, and a couple hours to sober up and chop it up in the process meant mike and i didn't make it home until 5am. 5AM!! after about 6 hours of sleep, i woke up tired as f*ck! i realized at that very moment, my body is no longer that of a 23 year old. i can't stay up drinking and dancing and be bright and chipper the very next morning. i can't party until the wee hours of the night, or the next morning, b'coz i've got a cardio class to attend at 9am and a laundry list of errands to run before the sun sets and store doors close. i can't behave like a responsible-free adult b'coz i am not a responsible free adult. suffice to say; i don't do this regularly... wait; i don't do this at all anymore... unless i'm in vegas... incognito as a responsible-free adult.
so, what does one do at my age after staying out all night? i was bitched up on the sofa watching HGTV recharging my batteries.
be sure to check DJ EROCK's website and next appearance!
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