on Friday Disorder

I'm not drunk, I'm intoxicated
~heard on Friday

The Friday night was one of those random nights when things happened not in the order they’re supposed to. It started off with snacks at Potatohead to wait out the traffic and accidentally ran into some very pleasant company.

We were only sitting at the bar so there were people coming and going before their Friday night socials. There was a guy who works for a cigarette company, a girl from an advertising agency, another girl with a media conglomerate, a computer security consultant, a trust fund baby and a lot of waiters. They’ve a lot of waiters in Potatohead and they’re all really nice and helpful.

Tya looked all sparkly and stunning, I saw her walking in and couldn’t take my eyes off, practically rape staring her from the far end until she noticed and walked over for a polite hello. We lounged and crashed a few times with the same groups of friends and she gives me a mini tremor every time. I asked her out next week. She asked of my new Super Pup and I was sufficiently impressed. She’s the only reason I am still on Facebook. I must be insane. Getting involved with trust fund babies will always get you stuffed.

T got me a cigar which I will probably enjoy better after this hangover. He was heading for Loewy or Dragonfly or both but I politely declined. Feels too much like work to go back to Loewy after hours. We decided on De Hooi in Pondok Indah where a friend of mine was performing. I’ve been going there quite a bit recently and we threw a bigger mess every time so I was careful to keep this one light. The boys came after a while, I had someone to fetch my herbal medication and took the seats out in the garden and enjoyed most of the night in conversation about everything. It wasn’t excessive by most standards except when I ordered cheese burger from McDonald’s – De Hooi don’t serve food past midnight but they let you order in if you’re really hungry. How very considerate.

Things were going the wrong way all night. Not always bad but always unexpected. It was tiring before it was annoying and at some point I guess, I was just nudged over the edge. You don’t really want to push people like me over the edge. I drag everybody down. It was time to put an end to the meaningless pleasantries and do away with the nuisance. Time for some improprieties and we piled up in a big car – this time seven of us – and headed for Kemang. Mr. Frontman rode his big bike all the way, the state he was I was quite impressed that he made it alright. We hit one of the clubs in a half state with the Police blaring. The guys arranged for designated drivers and minders, the rest of us piled up in a corner with a fresh Absolut.

The girls were okay, these clubs in Kemang with their watered drinks and melamine interior practically poured free lubricants for any presentable female under 22 years of age, provided that they’re willing to dance and giggle all night. I was enjoying my company of friends and made some sorry attempts to be nice. We really should’ve just gone to Jaksa and blast it out over there. I didn’t make it there and was detoured to an apartment building instead where the boys abandoned me after I made them wait downstairs with the engine running. I didn’t have my phone with me and they got sick of waiting.

I’m not really telling anything about what happened. For once, too many people who read this blog were there and it’s best to not be too straightforward with internet people. For once though, the one troubled character is the one least on the internet. Maybe now the crazies have gone off line.

By the time we’re up for breakfast it was already a Saturday afternoon in Senayan when mothers took their babies for wine brunch at Portico. I hazard to guess that we had a good time. I’ve things in my head but at the moment, it’s actually hurting. I need a lot of water and a good massage. I want a large bowl of salmon salad. I want a big fast car and I want to go home see the dog.