Parties

In the past two days I’ve been to no less than two singles-parties, and they both pretty much sucked. The first one was on Tuesday at fontana. When I got there, there was a total of 7 guys at the place, no women at all. During the evening some more people dropped in. At most I estimated that there was about 60 people there. A pretty good dividion though of roughly 50% of each gender. A number like that is excellent for a club. However, the club has a capacity for over 800 so 60 is horribly bad, especially considering that the majority were people from McDonalds’ staff Christmas party, and they got in free.

I did meet two or three people I know though and I chatted with a Finnish chick. In addition to that I got invitations to the vip-party next Wednesday so the night wasn’t a complete bust. At the vip-party there will be free food and drinks so Martin will probably get wasted since he will be getting my free drinks. I got two invitations so I can bring three people. I’m trying to find two more willing to go get shitfaced in the middle of the week. The dress code is dark suit or similar, in case YOU consider joining.

Then as I was sitting at work rubbing sand from my eyes I got the crazy idea that I could go to the singles’ party at Giggling Marlin in the evening. I figured since it was Wednesday there would be more people out. I wasn’t completely sure though and decided to sleep on it when I got home.

After I’d gotten home I ate and went to bed. I had planned that I’d wake up at 7 and go to the gym but I managed to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep and finally crawled out of bed at 10. I was still feeling a bit worn out so I decided to think about it while eating and watching myth busters.

Then I figured that I could go out for an hour or two, just check it out and go home and get a normal night’s sleep. I ignored the fact that I am uncapable of going home before 3:30 when I head out to the club. In my clubbing carreer I’ve done it a handful of times I think.

The Giggling Marlin party was better but not great. At the door you got a sticker saying whether or not you were single. Green for “available”, red for “get the fuck away from me” or yellow for “maybe…if you are hot enough”. I didn’t really understand the yellow sticker. How can you be “sort of attached”? I must say, most of the chicks had the yellow stcker. I wonder if it’s because they don’t want to make it too obvious or something. Not a single dude had the yellow sticker, most had the green, one or two had the red one.

I met the chick from the night before so I hung out with her for the most part. I also saw some people I have known in the past, old classmates and chicks I’ve met at some point. Was the party worth losing sleep over? Doubtful. Was it worth missing a workout? No way! I hope I’ll be able to get out of bed later and head to the gym. If not I’ll schedule a Saturday and Sunday workout. I won’t be able to go on Friday because then there is the office christmas party I need to attend.
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I just got a call from the local newspaper. Apparently they are not sure if the pictures they took for the article I’m going to be in are suitable. It’s not that they aren’t good, it’s that they might be a bit too “porno” for the paper. The chick who called said that she was going to discuss it with the editors but she thought it would be best to have a picture with my shirt on, perhaps in a gym environment.

This messes with my schedule big time and sort of pisses me off. If they had let me know about this last week there wouldn’t have been a problem but right now, with two days left of the work week this is a real ball breaker. I would have been free to do it today, hadn’t there been a meeting scheduled for late this afternoon. Otherwise I could have arranged to bail out early. Tomorrow is really tough too because I have to buy a new shirt and attend the christmas party. Even if I got up at 5 in the morning and got off work at two it would be pretty tight. Plus, who knows what kind of extra meetings will still be scheduled for tomorrow.
Maybe she has a point though. All the grannies would probably be shocked and die if they saw some young dude with no shirt on. Hell, I might cause an oldie-massacre or something. I was quite curious as to what kind of reactions I’d get though. Now I’ll have to crunch the numbers and try to make time for an extra photo shoot.