2005-09-07 08:19:52Bombshell
Another Labor Day wknd went by!
Another long weekend facing no significant other to spend significant time with and no other way to have amnesia to comfort a broken heart, there was only one best thing to do--party, better yet, we did the holiday ritual--bar hopping.
Started out @ Zebra where the door was always wide open to angela and me, endless supply of comp. drinks and food, how can you not love it? but of course our big brother who owns the bar always got his little sisters covered. We migrated to Cellur to support Dimitris’ production and ran into this guy Dolce (only if his last name was Gabbana, but no, he’s the owner of this hot club Dolce in the north beach:) We drank, danced, got wild and hopped to Redwood Room for a more civilized and chilled clubbing scene to end the night in a civilized way. To our disappointment, our usual post-party place New Sung Hong Kong closed early (it wasn’t even 3am) and we ended up camping out at this crowded, sleasy hole in the wall Vietnamese restaurant next door, that biz apparently got skyrock as a result of early close of its neighbor.
After we all happily drank and ate, 3:40am...I decided i was more than sober to drive an hour home, so i did. In fact, the pain in the check had just begun to surface. sigh! It took me six months to realize I fell in love with someone, who decided to take off from me becuz our issues were too many for him to bear. Unfortunately, I already fell! This really sux. I wonder what do pple do to cope with situation like this besides listening to hell lot of Beethoven (cuz that’s what i do now to distract the depression and ease the pain) and going on effortless weight-lose diet?
Started out @ Zebra where the door was always wide open to angela and me, endless supply of comp. drinks and food, how can you not love it? but of course our big brother who owns the bar always got his little sisters covered. We migrated to Cellur to support Dimitris’ production and ran into this guy Dolce (only if his last name was Gabbana, but no, he’s the owner of this hot club Dolce in the north beach:) We drank, danced, got wild and hopped to Redwood Room for a more civilized and chilled clubbing scene to end the night in a civilized way. To our disappointment, our usual post-party place New Sung Hong Kong closed early (it wasn’t even 3am) and we ended up camping out at this crowded, sleasy hole in the wall Vietnamese restaurant next door, that biz apparently got skyrock as a result of early close of its neighbor.
After we all happily drank and ate, 3:40am...I decided i was more than sober to drive an hour home, so i did. In fact, the pain in the check had just begun to surface. sigh! It took me six months to realize I fell in love with someone, who decided to take off from me becuz our issues were too many for him to bear. Unfortunately, I already fell! This really sux. I wonder what do pple do to cope with situation like this besides listening to hell lot of Beethoven (cuz that’s what i do now to distract the depression and ease the pain) and going on effortless weight-lose diet?