Confession

Just got back from Edge, after C Club. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going men-hunting – it’s been a long day and I was just meeting the girls for drinks, and we’re trying to look for a place without much powertrip but fun for dancing….

It was about 10:00pm when we left FINDS of which they served the best veal, then proceeded to C Club of which nothing much was going on – it’s too early and weird to go dancing there. The good thing was not many people smoking there – but once we got to Edge and started hanging out, there were just too many young kids smoking.. I had fun dancing with V and J, but the smoke made me want to throw up (with 3 glasses of wine)… and we just had to leave – when I checked the time it was only 1am! Man in the good old days I usually checked the clock, like, every 3 hours. I was so worn out and sick within that one hour??

So we decided that we needed to grab a cab home, and a young boy (who obvious had no sense of telling mean Chinese locals from nice Chinese locals) acted he needed directions but instead he wanted our numbers.

The Boy (B): Hi ladies, I saw you just got out from there, was it okay?

Us (u): yah, there are bunch of young girls, go ahead and hop in.

B: Wow. You have thick american accent. You must be americans.

U: (‘duh!’ he’s weird)

B: (continued, not knowing what we’re thinking) So you girls are special. What are you doing?

Me: Are you using Mac, Linux, or PC?

B: PC

Me: That’s pretty much the end of the conversation. We don’t use PC. We’lll give you direction if you want, but we’re too old for you. Are you twenty three?

B: twenty two

Me: Alright. now go in. There are a bunch of pretty Chinese girls inside who are half of our age.

B: Right. How old are you? (trying to guess but wrong, like, older???)

Me: No you’re not going to have our number. Go. In. Now.

B: No. What is your number?

Me: huh. Are you from the mid-west or something? (note: no offence but he sounds like someone from Brokeback Mountain)

B: I’m from Norway.

Me: Oh. So you eat a lot of salmon. (note: the reason I titled this blog as ‘confession’ was how condescending and patronizing I could be when I was sick and tired, and I sincerely felt bad but good at the same time. d*mn.)
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So anyway he didn’t give up asking for our number, and V probably gave him a fake one (let’s hope so..)

I got home at 1:00am, thinking of my powerbook of which it’s ready for pick up tomorrow (hurrah!). Great. Life is good. With my powerbook.

Disclaimer: again i’m not a racist. This post has nothing to do with the boy’s nationality but the way he wowed at our accent. it was just… equally patronizing, you know? I’m so going to pick up London accent… And guess what, I’m gonna mix them up with my broken italian. Right. Life is good. With all the accents.

/tired but hyper cathy.

/yes, that’s quite paradoxical..

Nice fun nite out, thanks J and V! I’m so gonna miss you guys..

/smelling all smokey now..