Saved by Dessert!

A girl's night out was carefully planned over thursday and friday. We thought of the possibility of relieving some wild intoxicated sorority moments where the girls could just go out and paint the town red. Sigh.. Even the phrase "Painting the town red" sounds so yesterday..

So me and three of my girlfriends decided that it was time for us to go out and have a good time just with each another, once again. We talked over the possibly strategy club hopping throughout the street. On Friday night, we were giggling at the prospects of being young and perky once again and basking in sequins at the hottest joints.

SO we left to Changkat, a tad bit too early. See Miss K suggested that 10pm would be great. Big boo boo, as much as Miss K is hailed as "Changkat's Butterfly", she was either incredibly bad at giving advice, or remarkably brazen at expecting us to be just as non-punctual as herself. So we were stuck in Finnigans feasting over cider and oinks in blankets until "miss Popular" struts down the street with a prom dress ( just having finished a wedding dinner reception). That aside, we waltzed into the hottest shinny brand new club on the street, and i stiffled a yawn. So Miss K turns Miss Buburina and says, "I thought you gurls want to dance?" After watching us stand stiffly at the bar ordering a round of drinks. Miss Buburina exclaims in effort to project her voice louder than the deafening soul-less beats, "But there's no words to the music! HOw to dance?"

After a few awkward hip moving and head bobbling to the dry beats, we headed to another bar.

Second bar, rejected entry, had to pay RM40 cover charge. No we weren't that desperate. Hot chicks ALWAYS get in free and we weren't about to taint our image. At that point, Miss J points out the blissful prospect of natural occuring substance and Miss K jumps on the wagon right away, claiming its a "suredone". So we decide to hit another club, bumped in a few friends. Danced to some old tunes ( really,, old) and halfway, Miss J complains her "lemak feels itchy", signs of prolong couch potato-ing.

So we decide that it is time to leave the club and head for some good ole mother nature's treasure. But alas, news came where it was not going to be possible that night, Well, i wasn't really disappointed as it's not my thing, but Miss J looked as if the whole night was a waste. So we walked into Bar Italia for a night cap before we headed home, and stood transfixed at the pastry case. All of our eyes shone, as we proceeded to ordering a heavenly slice of Mille Crepe with Pistachio Gelato, Chocolate Salami, poached pears in red wine. We sat through our final moments of the girls night out, pigging out in mouth watering authentic dessert. And the Miss Buburina finally said what we all were thinking, "This was the best part of the night!"

So girls night out did not go anywhere close to what we planned. But the night still ended in a bitter sweet way. If there was one thing we felt, it was definitely not being younger, but being older and fitting in lesser into the juvenile crowd. It's time for us to trade out dancing shoes and tiny tube dresses for loose cotton kaftans.

Sadly... THIS, will officially be the last time i'd personally attempt to relieve my younger days again. I guess getting older is not all that scary, it only becomes scary when you keep measuring yourself up against your 20year old self. It shouldn't be embarrassing to reveal that a hot mug of hot chocolate while watching Glee is my thing now. That i would rather spend quality time with my loved ones in the privacy of our own homes, and that family dinners can be a party in it's own right. I would rather climb mountains and trek through jungles, screaming over leech bites than to stand aimlessly in a club not knowing what to do with my hands. People grow, people evolve, people phase out..

Cherry on top of the icing was however, when a few kids at Bar Italia wished us "Happy Mother's Day" as we walked out the door... Thanks to that wonderful slice of Mille crepe (layers of light crepe in creams of vanila which melts in your mouth), they avoided a whack from my bag on their very tiny head with very tiny brains.