Wet Wheels.

Title sounds a bit dirty, am I right? Oh well, I couldn't/refuse to think of anything else so it will have to do. Never have I gotten so drunk in a club before that I could not remember half of what had happened that night. So I went with Kenn, and we ended up being cheap by getting drunk in the car before entering the club. We had Absolut Vanilla Vodka, and a bottle of white wine. Here's an advice to all those who have never tried drinking both these drinks together in a mix; DON'T! Damn hell, I entered the club in a cat walk, not because I was trying to be sexy but I couldn't walk straight, that I actually walked like a freaking cat. So I danced the whole night, flirted, kissed without remembering (the horror!), nearly tumble down the staircase, actually falling flat on my ass dragging a friend down, and screaming vulgarity, oh and, the same ol` finger down the throat routine. Really it was so much more fun than to how it is sounding right now. So I made new friends, really good people who actually took care of me, despite the fact I cried randomly, tripping over myself, and all that stupid talk. I ended up driving around the entire of KL (drunk, and at 40 kilometers per hour) trying to find my way back to Seremban but somehow ended up at Mont Kiara. So Zach came to my rescue, to a car parked by the side of a bus stand, with it's driver sleeping barefoot, not forgetting to mention, lacking sanity. That's that. Certainly won't be going back to that same club anytime soon as I certainly had made such a lasting impression.