This last Saturday I decided to go out for a “ladies night” with my fellow camgirl bestie Misha Mayfair, and a mutual friend. We decided to go to a club in South London, which has been very popular recently! Misha introduced me to Shisha, which is a flavoured tobacco you can smoke. The night was really fun, although there were some funny awkward parts!!
I’ve never really gone clubbing before. Or even to that many bars. A lot of my friends in highschool would sneak out to bars using fake IDs and stuff, but I’ve always been a very good law abiding girl. So it wasn’t until my 18th birthday that I actually went to a bar for the first time. Since then I still haven’t gone out that often, I get nervous in large, loud areas like clubs.
I was looking forward to going out with Misha though. She’s really fun and I haven’t made that many friends in London yet, it’s super lovely to have a girl friend to talk and giggle with. I went to her place at 7pm where we finished getting ready. She wore this stunning blue dress that had a plunging neckline, and curved her pretty bum very well! I went with a cute simply white dress, and hello kitty tights. I felt very childish standing next to Misha who wore heels and was an entire head taller than me!!
A taxi arrived and took us to the bar/club place. Since we went early it wasn’t so busy, and we got a table in the outside area. We had ordered drinks at the bar, Misha getting a cosmopolitan and I got a raspberry Mojito. I’m not used to drinking much, and the bartender was very nice explaining to me what alcohols he was putting it. We chatted for a bit and I felt much less intimidated than I have on previous trips out! Outside Misha ordered some coconut flavoured Shisha, and it reminded me of the caterpillar in ‘Alice in Wonderland” – although I couldn’t form any shapes out of the smoke!
At some point, a guy came and sat down at our table. Non of us knew him, and he didn’t make any attempts to talk to us. It was really weird! When he did talk to us, it was also weird because he didn’t respond to our responses. It was like he was talking at us without really caring if what we said back (as long as we said something!) It turned out later though when his cousin came by, and also sat at our table, that the guy was autistic. His cousin wasn’t much better at communication though, opening up dialog with me by saying
“I love Chinese girls!”
“I’m not Chinese, I’m Vietnamese” I reply, looking miffed at the assumption.
“Oh yeah, that’s like Thailand isn’t it? My mate’s in Cambodia at the moment, he loves it there.” At this point I stop listening because Vietnam isn’t like Thailand anymore than England is like France.
Misha doesn’t enjoy the attention we are getting either, and links her left hand into mine.
“You’re upsetting my girlfriend” she tells him, but he doesn’t get the message. We try to enjoy the rest of our night by just ignoring the guys sat at our table, and manage to succeed. We go home early though, Misha and our friend having drank more than I had (my one mojito vs two cosmos and a gin fizz) and on the way out the nice bartender gives us free shots and gives me his phone number. I won’t be able to call though because I have already lost it. Oopps!