My one and only clubbing outing of 2005

Last Friday night, Jane, Paully & I went to Velvet Underground as Paully has free tickets to the Lounge Paris Underground; which was part of the KL French Arts Festival. We would never in entire lives fork out RM50 for a night of clubbing. Three of us figured out that RM50 per person could buy us a decent dinner at a nice restaurant. Cheh, giler betul to waste RM50 on entrance fee - Paully remarked with disgust as we entered Velvet Underground.

So, it was the first time I've been clubbing in yonks. We didn't even know what to do . And we were standing like jakuns at one corner until Lia spotted the bar at the other side of the lounge. There was free flow of cognac until 11pm. And we made sure we planted ourselves in Velvet Underground at the start of the event, that is at 9pm to tank up on the free liquor.

What to do in a nightclub lounge? Drink, have a fag and scan the room for good-looking men. Yep, there were quite a number of Frenchmen but we reckoned they could be gays for all that matter.

At around 10.45pm, the free flow of cognac suddenly dried up as they had finished the supply of cognac.

So, I flashed my megawatt smile to the bartender and got myself a lychee martini, on the house. While waiting for my martini, a French guy came and stood next to me. Suddenly, I felt someone tapped my left shoulder. I turned my head this way and that. And monsieur grinned and mumbled something. And I simply replied, yeah. And another yeah to his next sentence. Then, he looked at me quizzically as he must have said something that didn't require a yes reply. Quickly, I gestured to my ears that I couldn't hear a single thing with the booming music in the background. I simply smiled graciously and said, excusée moi and walked away.

It was still early and the crowd hadn't packed in. So, I trundled over to the wall where a mini art exhibition was held. There was some pretty cool paintings done by a Malaysian artist, Richard Wong who has lived and studied in Paris. I thought his style was noticeably influenced by great artists, such as Picasso and Van Gogh. I was engrossed, admiring his art when a Chinese yuppie fella came over.

Which one do you like?- he beamed at me.

I like the grey sketch of the red woman figure. Reminds me of Picasso's sketches.

Oh, really.

Yes, and it's not too expensive. RM1,800.

.......

Hmm, maybe you could get it for me. - I was getting bored with the lack of response from that fella.

Yeah, yeah.. I could contact Ally Fran and ask them about it.

Oh, Ally Fran?

Yes, the organiser of this event.

Oh, I see. - Me trying hard not to burst out laughing.

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A couple of hours later, I was trying to maneuver my way through the crowd when suddenly I felt a strong male hand on my waist and a deep sexy voice telling me that I was looking beautiful. I couldn't see the guy's face but I was left with the lasting impression of his voice.

All in all, I had a good time lastFriday night- drinking lychee martinis & dirty martinis, checking out men, grooving to sexy French lounge music and giggling with Jane & Paully over the 3 men who tried to pick me up.

Seriously, I think every girl should dress up and go clubbing once in a very long while. Clubbing is great fun when done sparingly and with no expectations.