Well, it all started when I RAN and RAN and RAN and RAN and caught the latest train to the city. (I was planning to take an earlier train to the city, so I can make it to the Therapy Bar on time. But... I fell asleep in the bath...tub...)
Anyway, I made it to the bar in one piece. But it was so dark, I couldn't see anyone... (too many pretty eye candies, I was too shy to stare at their pretty faces)
So, desperately, I stood at the entrance, text-messaging Crash. (Hoping that he would tell me where the bloggers are)
Then, suddenly, this gorgeous lady walked though the door.
"I NEED A DRINK" she said.
She dragged me into the bar... And just happened, that all the bloggers were hanging out in the back corner, by the wooden table.
Then I saw him and him and him and him and HER! (YAY)
There's him and him and him and him and him and him and... Ack. I lost count...
Then later in the evening, like a Diva, this guy arrived in style. Hot Toddy style!
We all chatted and chatted and chatted. There were lots of butt rubbing and grinding and touching. (Uh, yeah)
I don't even remember exactly how many butts that I have rubbed mine against. (One good thing about standing right in front of bar counter, is everyone who wants to get a drink, would have to rub their body against mine... Oh baby)
Anyway, words couldn't quite describe that night. So, here are the PICTURES!!
(Email me at if you want the full-version, high resolution copies of the photos)
Just an after thought.
Hrm, I'm not much of a bar person... Haven't been too many bars in my life... For some reason, I have been having problem "Opening" up at bars. (No. Not spreading my legs, you sicko!) I hope some of the guys/gals there won't think of me as a quiet cocky stuck up quiet b*tch. I just didn't know what to say... Or how to start a conversation that doesn't involve face care products.
Forgive me, for being shy. Next time, I'll let you rub your crotch against mine... For a fee, that is.