Rendezvous
06 May 07 : 05.04 AM
I was about to say I didn't have fun tonight, but it's not exactly the case really. Dinner and coffee after was good. QBar wasn't; too many odd people at the party, such as old Chinese women (whose husbands are away) in low-cut dresses with bulky Caucasian toyboys. Ministry of Sound was alright; there was good music (and wasabi chips) in Sky Lounge. Zouk after became a bit more bearable; at 3.30 when the crowd's cleared, and you don't have to squeeze your goddamn way into (and inside) the Members area.
It's not the clubbing. If it's not yet a bore then it's a mundane routine. Plus socialising and saying Hi, I'm Vicki. Nice to meet you. to people I don't care enough about to remember their names is stupid. I don't pay attention to their names, and they probably don't remember mine either. A lot of times when introductions are made, I turn my face away or get my drink, so as to pretend I don't notice them. I'm never gonna see them again anyway, or at least soon enough again for an impression to stick.
While at QBar, I started a conversation with this American out of boredom. He's old, single and holds a high position in a management consultancy firm. It's really interesting to meet people like that. You get a different viewpoint of a life you've known so well and since forever. Things you're used to they find quirky. Opinions of this place you can't seem to fathom, both positive and negative ones. See I can't even remember his face anymore, much less his name.
In the Sky Lounge and unoccupied by silly conversations, I looked down into the main arena and thought about how others here before may have thought as they looked down. They must feel themselves so privileged and important. Someone told me just now, half the guys here are poor, in reference to the generically goodlooking models who just came in. In saying that, he also seemed to have implied that this room has been tarnished, a room meant to be exclusive, a room meant for people like him. I laughed, though. The irony was so deep.
Something made tonight really nice though. Amidst the pretension and the alcohol-pushing around, there were conversations and laughter and revelations. Something almost quiet. I like this so much better.