moulin nights

Last night we hit the town and went to our favourite hunting ground… Moulin Rouge. And boy did we paint the town red…

leichardt. drinks. rosa are you coked up? nachos. wedges. ok we’re off. have a safe trip! hugs and tears. jump in the car. lets drive. windows down, stereo pumping, cigarettes lit. YES! we are free, we are flying. we’ve hit the city. traffic. ridiculous traffic. it’s taking us forever to get to the cross. half a pack later. yes we’re at the cross. prosties, prosties, prosties. KYLE!!! get in the car. driving around in circles. no where to park. FUCKIT IM PARKING HERE! walk. walk. walk. hey guys. ten bucks entry. start to shuffle my feet, feel the beat, get swept up in it all. hi… elaina was it? nice to meet you, happy birthday. hi michael! kyle’s told me so much about you… hehe thanks. they were a bargain. hmm.. so… tick. tick. tick. Omigod… Kasey! Youre the fucking best! Smile for a photo. and another. screw this lets go get cheap drinks. walk down the stip. down to the X motel. four champagnes is twelve bucks. fucking bargain. six glasses later and the rnb is sounding good. bad smells. bad crowd. bad music. bad bad bad. lets stumble back to the rouge. ohmifuckinggod… we HAVE to go into porkys! SYDNEYS MOST NOTORIOUS STRIP CLUB. we lie and say we’re from melbourne and get in for five bucks each. we see kitty and her dildo. we see astrid set her pubes on fire. we drink cocktails. we get over it. we go back to the rouge. whaddya mean end of the line? we got stamps for re-entry! walk right through. straight to the dance floor. dance dance dance till my feet hurt. keep dancing through the pain. ok i hate this song im going for a drink. mel i think you’re gorgeous. thanks.. can i kiss you? sure.. oh shes such a straight girl but shes a great kisser, and there’s no weirdness. wow! youre the best fucking kisser. and theres laughs all round. i’m talking to jordan now. wherer has the night gone? i’m mid sentence and i feel myself getting pulled by the shirt, across the lounge and back onto her lips. you are so fucking hot. her voice is so sultry but shes so not my type. what the hell is going on? why does she have this hold over me? we laugh more. someone runs over. TRY THIS LIP GLOSS! so we all try… it tastes yummy she kisses me again but it tastes better on someone else. shes teasing me now… we’re close but shes teasing me and loving it. i bite her lip and she makes a little sound, then grabs my face and kisses me hard. this is so hot! havent you kissed a girl before? not one this good… i’m talking to the door bitch now cos she gave me a light. she seems cool. oh man, samantha is sooo plastered. maybe i should take her home… nah. give her a couple minutes, she’ll be fine. come dance with me she grabs my hand, and we’re walking through the crowd. we hit the stair case and she turns to kiss me. it’s hottest his yet. we get knocked so i’m up against the wall. her arms around my neck, mine around her waist. this ones hotter. i’m going weak in the knees. shes so gorgeous… we smile as we kiss. we keep looking at eachother and laughing then going back for more. we skip the dance floor and take a seat with elaina who asks a billio and one questions about my hair. she’s been staring at me not stop while ive been talking to elaina. she kisses me on the lips. hahaha i cant be around you… you just keep tempting me. fuck. sam really isn’t ok. i don’t wanna go, but she’s not gonna make it much longer. dont worry, i’ll take her home. you guys stay and enjoy. i’m just gonna go say bye to everyone. search the club for the scores of people i have to say bye to. see ya babe, rock on! bye dude… good seeing you again. CALL ME BITCH! haha nice to meet you.. hope to see you around. yeh elaina has my number, i’m coming with you guys next week! she runs up and throws her arms around me. you cant go! i have to. we kiss again. it just gets better every time. she slides her hand down into my back pocket and grabs my phone. she puts her number in. call me soon. with a big smile on her face. please come out next weekend… i’d love to kiss you again. smiles all round. the feelings mutual, babe. scoop up sam whos sobering up. we barely make it to the car. windows down, cigarettes lit, music pumping and reliving the good times. SHUT UP MEL YOU DID NOT KISS HER?!?! SHE WAS ADORABLE!! i know… the long drive home is just as fun as the night out. we laugh we sing we boucne around we smoke we scream we speed we take wrong turns. the sun beats us home. it always does. crawl into bed. still feeling giddy. replaying the night over and over. its seven am. i think ive drifted off to sleep. MUM FUCK OFF! i only got home an hour ago. yawn. good times.

http://spaces.msn.com/members/m-to-tha-el/ for pictorials of last night. album is titles moulin nights.