Past lives

Why is it no one believes me when I say I don't drink? It's amusing, to say the least. I haven't touched a drop in about 6 years. Perhaps I look like a drinker? Or the sort who's been around? (No, that didn't come out right.)

True, when I lived on my own, housemate and I were out an average of 4 nights out of 7.We'd hit the club circuit so hard, and so often, we'd recognise the regulars who visited most of the happening clubs. And be recognised in return. Yes, I admit I moved in the "beautiful people" set..... but..... this was a long time ago.

Tell you something ironic - previous work colleagues would come round and ask about the latest club happenings, fads and whatnot. Are you going? Shall we visit? Podium dance?


The new face of Zouk.

Hullo? I'm so fucking homebound already. It must be my damned face! Sending out the wrong signals! I don't DJ, club, drink or pub-hop anymore. Oh well, I seem to have a number of past lives. *amused*


Chalk it down to experience, eh?