It was the twelfth Fabric anniversary weekend; it was open from Saturday 11pm to Monday 6am! Not that I intended to stay that long!
We have a whole house here, with Mum, Uncle Ken and his loving wife, Laura, visiting from the US. I suppose it was odd for Hala and I to leave the apartment at 12:40am, long after their sleeping hour, to go raving. But let's face it, I am blessed with a great, understanding family. Guess I learned the suitable lessons of non-judgement from them.
Hala and I arrived at the Fabric entrance to find Troy waiting outside for us. He had texted earlier to say he would not make it due to work. Yeah right! I knew he would turn up. Fabric is a club, a dark dungeon with hard beats to some, but to me, it is where I learned many lessons, heard some wicked music and got to meet some very cool-minded younger friends. Someone recently told me their aunt is 85 years old and full of energy. When I asked, her secret was keeping more youthful to any age entourage, doing aerobics regularly and keeping a young mind. 'Hear Hear' to that.
I am on the right track there.
What makes my boat rock is being happy and seeing everyone around me feel the same way. I have met many (well, not that many), but some people whose reaction towards the word drug of any sort is filled with disgust. Yet, they drink alcohol like fish and water. Others take prescription drugs to their heart's content (or not as content as it appears). It seems most people have their vices, but when it comes down to something they have not tried before, they take it into their stride to label another for theirs. So much hypocrisy going on in this world. But we won't get into that! I personally don't live my life for others. The secret here is moderation.
On that note, we got to Fabric at 1am and danced the night away, from a table of six to a table of God knows how many showed up during the long hours of the night. It was another fantastic time, with a great vibe, dancing to the best of House music, and all the loving embraces. Just about everyone had turned up to celebrate. The list of names is way too long to add! It was special having the young and beautiful Serina join us, especially since we have a good circle of mutual friends. It must be said beauty, to me, forms a combination of an inside and outside aura.
Finally, Aisha and Pedro surprised me with a short visit to Fabric, too!
Oh, what a night... And morning!
The only shame was that my legs were giving in by the time Ricardo Villalobos began playing at 10am. I wanted to continue dancing, but I could not, and sitting on the leather sofas was not an option. Besides, I had a date in the evening. So... Hala and I left our friends behind.
It reminded me of a story...
Some time ago, I met up with Fabrizio on a New Year's Eve afternoon for a drink.
When I asked him whether he had plans for the end of the year's celebrations that night, he did not and seemed happy to join me. So, off we went for a New Year's dinner at Isabella's. She had a handful of friends, some visiting London, and after midnight and the big bang, we taxied our way to Fabric. It was a fun night, as always and at midday, I invited three mini-cabs of people over to mine for an after-party. It was around early evening when everyone left except the hunky Fabrizio! It was the beginning of a love affair; the only thing is, mine don't seem to last longer than a very short period!
Two weeks later, a hint of boredom was daunting to me. The feeling is usually mutual, I presume.
The last time we met, Fabrizio joined me at Fabric again with another group of friends. As I was chasing the sound of various DJs playing from one room to another, I noticed Fabrizio chatting to a girl at the bar; I smiled and left. My motto is 'Never stay with someone who does not fully appreciate the person you are'. That goes for friends and lovers alike. A total waste of time.
Most of my friends at our table had left by the early morning hours, and I proceeded to the only room left with a DJ playing. As I was dancing alone, one of the cutest guys with curly, longish hair moved closer, and we took on a duo boogie like no other. I was having a ball with my new dancing Latino partner, Carlos. He kept smiling and calling me:
"Youuuu, sexy mother fucker!" In the best of intentions, I am sure. He made me laugh. Carlos also mentioned celebrating his last weekend in London before returning to Argentina. At the club's closing hour, we both realised our friends had left, and I asked him to join me at the after-party upstairs, to which he agreed.
As we passed by the closing bar, he excused himself for a visit to the gents, and I saw Fabrizio approaching from the bar, thinking of going back with me. Don't think so!
I looked at his face, full of attitude, as he said:
"Let's go."
"Go where?" I asked in surprise.
"Your place," Fabrizio answered, sure of himself.
"No." I simply answered. "We're definitely not going anywhere from here. In fact, ciao baby."
As I left his side, my new buddy Carlos walked towards me and offered his arm to accompany me to the after-party. I am no bitch and usually don't get a kick from letting anyone down, but in this case, I did not look back and felt a certain tingle of joy. He certainly deserved what he got.
And hence, that was the end of my two-week lust affair!
"Darling!" Said once an older lady family member who dressed and behaved eccentrically to what others expected her to. She continued:
"Let people talk! It only means you are interesting and alive. Besides, if they don't talk about you, you might as well be dead."
Gossip is for the weak. Don't get entangled in what others think of you. Be yourself.
Hala and I arrived at the Fabric entrance to find Troy waiting outside for us. He had texted earlier to say he would not make it due to work. Yeah right! I knew he would turn up. Fabric is a club, a dark dungeon with hard beats to some, but to me, it is where I learned many lessons, heard some wicked music and got to meet some very cool-minded younger friends. Someone recently told me their aunt is 85 years old and full of energy. When I asked, her secret was keeping more youthful to any age entourage, doing aerobics regularly and keeping a young mind. 'Hear Hear' to that.
I am on the right track there.
What makes my boat rock is being happy and seeing everyone around me feel the same way. I have met many (well, not that many), but some people whose reaction towards the word drug of any sort is filled with disgust. Yet, they drink alcohol like fish and water. Others take prescription drugs to their heart's content (or not as content as it appears). It seems most people have their vices, but when it comes down to something they have not tried before, they take it into their stride to label another for theirs. So much hypocrisy going on in this world. But we won't get into that! I personally don't live my life for others. The secret here is moderation.
On that note, we got to Fabric at 1am and danced the night away, from a table of six to a table of God knows how many showed up during the long hours of the night. It was another fantastic time, with a great vibe, dancing to the best of House music, and all the loving embraces. Just about everyone had turned up to celebrate. The list of names is way too long to add! It was special having the young and beautiful Serina join us, especially since we have a good circle of mutual friends. It must be said beauty, to me, forms a combination of an inside and outside aura.
Finally, Aisha and Pedro surprised me with a short visit to Fabric, too!
Oh, what a night... And morning!
The only shame was that my legs were giving in by the time Ricardo Villalobos began playing at 10am. I wanted to continue dancing, but I could not, and sitting on the leather sofas was not an option. Besides, I had a date in the evening. So... Hala and I left our friends behind.
It reminded me of a story...
Some time ago, I met up with Fabrizio on a New Year's Eve afternoon for a drink.
When I asked him whether he had plans for the end of the year's celebrations that night, he did not and seemed happy to join me. So, off we went for a New Year's dinner at Isabella's. She had a handful of friends, some visiting London, and after midnight and the big bang, we taxied our way to Fabric. It was a fun night, as always and at midday, I invited three mini-cabs of people over to mine for an after-party. It was around early evening when everyone left except the hunky Fabrizio! It was the beginning of a love affair; the only thing is, mine don't seem to last longer than a very short period!
Two weeks later, a hint of boredom was daunting to me. The feeling is usually mutual, I presume.
The last time we met, Fabrizio joined me at Fabric again with another group of friends. As I was chasing the sound of various DJs playing from one room to another, I noticed Fabrizio chatting to a girl at the bar; I smiled and left. My motto is 'Never stay with someone who does not fully appreciate the person you are'. That goes for friends and lovers alike. A total waste of time.
Most of my friends at our table had left by the early morning hours, and I proceeded to the only room left with a DJ playing. As I was dancing alone, one of the cutest guys with curly, longish hair moved closer, and we took on a duo boogie like no other. I was having a ball with my new dancing Latino partner, Carlos. He kept smiling and calling me:
"Youuuu, sexy mother fucker!" In the best of intentions, I am sure. He made me laugh. Carlos also mentioned celebrating his last weekend in London before returning to Argentina. At the club's closing hour, we both realised our friends had left, and I asked him to join me at the after-party upstairs, to which he agreed.
As we passed by the closing bar, he excused himself for a visit to the gents, and I saw Fabrizio approaching from the bar, thinking of going back with me. Don't think so!
I looked at his face, full of attitude, as he said:
"Let's go."
"Go where?" I asked in surprise.
"Your place," Fabrizio answered, sure of himself.
"No." I simply answered. "We're definitely not going anywhere from here. In fact, ciao baby."
As I left his side, my new buddy Carlos walked towards me and offered his arm to accompany me to the after-party. I am no bitch and usually don't get a kick from letting anyone down, but in this case, I did not look back and felt a certain tingle of joy. He certainly deserved what he got.
And hence, that was the end of my two-week lust affair!
"Darling!" Said once an older lady family member who dressed and behaved eccentrically to what others expected her to. She continued:
"Let people talk! It only means you are interesting and alive. Besides, if they don't talk about you, you might as well be dead."
Gossip is for the weak. Don't get entangled in what others think of you. Be yourself.
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