Liberating

Loud music, bright lights, dim corners, plenty of booze.

These have been my constant companions for the past two weekends. I grew tired of partying years ago and opted for the chill drinking sessions with friends. When a new found long-lost friend invited me out to party, I readied myself since it has been a while since I really danced all night complete with a huge crowd, drinks and good music.

My first time back in the party scene, I ended up going home at 7 AM. LOL. I really enjoyed myself. After chugging 5 bottles of beer in one party, I went out to meet my friend. Paid the fees, grabbed 3 more bottles and started dancing. Every one was in full party mode. It was nice to see so many sets of friends from school, dance, work etc. It was indeed a great night.

So, what did I do after I had all that alcohol in my system? No, I didn't puke. I made sure of that. I partied like it was my first, like I was some sheltered girl who had her first night out in town. It was exhilarating. I could not remember the last time partying ever felt that good.

Once a party boy, always a party boy.

Danced with a lot of people, worked the crowd, flirted with a handful and kissed a few. It was indeed an insane night.

It was a new found freedom that I dearly missed. I guess I got too preoccupied with a group of friends that I forgot to try other things. Things may have turned ugly, yet here I am, having the best time meeting new people, building connections and enjoying myself.

How did I find the entire experience?


Liberating.