sin city - a taste.
It's nearly four in the morning and I'm reminded of the opening line of Jay McInerny's Bright Lights,Big City:
IT'S SIX AM.
DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?
Unfortunately, looking beyond a haze of empty light alcoholic drink ( the only alcohol my buds and stomach could tolerate ), and seeing through friends that I may not have become unnaturally close to in the course of yet another bacchanalian evening, I realize one thing...I could have absolutely been thrown out by bouncers from the exclusive VIP room last night if not because of my good friend Ivan! - the culprit! - Why I partied like no tomorrow awhile ago and still blogging at this moment.
I've been occasionally going out, but last night was my first - in an A-Lister's Party! - I mean, literally! Allow me to share some of my observations and thoughts of what was it like being a VIP! - for just a moment! haha!
You can brush elbows and kick some ass with Manila's who's who; have your own reserved area with a table, couch and a waiter at your beck and call; and occasionally have your photos taken for the party pages of broadsheets and magazines ( if that kind of stuff floats your boat ).( I brought my digicam with me as usual, but my guts weren't enough to take some pictures of me and my friends - hallo! no one was taking pictures! Except for official photographers with special passes! )
Music in the VIP area is also different from the main section; if it's house music at the main area then VIP's enjoy hip-hop music from a hot sweating foreign dj! the perks! tsk..
The real action happens here, too. It's here that high-society scandals are born. It's also often that you'll see a showbiz personality getting into a brawl, or a hot young couple making out in a corner. - - - hhmm...exactly just like what I saw last night!
I think, to appreciate the beauty of being a VIP, just imagine what a non-VIP has to endure: non-acceess to the VIP room and the pain of having to line up and shout out your order at the bar. It's Social death!
This one shall pass. ( hhmmm..hung over?) I guess it's just a matter of a good sleep! - and I'm back to my kind of world. :p
:;salute;:
oli
IT'S SIX AM.
DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?
Unfortunately, looking beyond a haze of empty light alcoholic drink ( the only alcohol my buds and stomach could tolerate ), and seeing through friends that I may not have become unnaturally close to in the course of yet another bacchanalian evening, I realize one thing...I could have absolutely been thrown out by bouncers from the exclusive VIP room last night if not because of my good friend Ivan! - the culprit! - Why I partied like no tomorrow awhile ago and still blogging at this moment.
I've been occasionally going out, but last night was my first - in an A-Lister's Party! - I mean, literally! Allow me to share some of my observations and thoughts of what was it like being a VIP! - for just a moment! haha!
You can brush elbows and kick some ass with Manila's who's who; have your own reserved area with a table, couch and a waiter at your beck and call; and occasionally have your photos taken for the party pages of broadsheets and magazines ( if that kind of stuff floats your boat ).( I brought my digicam with me as usual, but my guts weren't enough to take some pictures of me and my friends - hallo! no one was taking pictures! Except for official photographers with special passes! )
Music in the VIP area is also different from the main section; if it's house music at the main area then VIP's enjoy hip-hop music from a hot sweating foreign dj! the perks! tsk..
The real action happens here, too. It's here that high-society scandals are born. It's also often that you'll see a showbiz personality getting into a brawl, or a hot young couple making out in a corner. - - - hhmm...exactly just like what I saw last night!
I think, to appreciate the beauty of being a VIP, just imagine what a non-VIP has to endure: non-acceess to the VIP room and the pain of having to line up and shout out your order at the bar. It's Social death!
This one shall pass. ( hhmmm..hung over?) I guess it's just a matter of a good sleep! - and I'm back to my kind of world. :p
:;salute;:
oli
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