Guy's night out.

Tonight was a very fun night. I went out with Cat, WP, Neal and my brother on a night out around towns. We met up as always in SS15 (or as we later called it, the Parking Lot), to discuss about where to go next. Joking around, chatting, and generally getting frustrated at the lack of places, we finally decided to go for a drink.

We went to a little bar up in Bangsar, driving around for more than half an hour just looking for a parking space in the packed streets of Bangsar Village. Ah, the joy of five guys in the same car, bitching about life and about my face-problem in finding parking spaces. Yes, guys do bitch; Many just don't know they're doing it. Topics ranged from porn, girls, sex, money, porn, alcohol, sex, parking spaces, driving skills, sex, women, rain, and porn. Yes, we can be as weird as any other bunch of 'silly gossiping-giggling girls'.

It was during the drive that I become the epitome of patience.
WP: 'There's a parking space there!'
Me: 'It's too small.'

Sitting in a car with me at the wheel can be a journey through passenger hell. Obvious parking spaces and directions can fly by unnoticed by the blur-assed idiot that is me. Many times because of some really stupid (to the passenger) reason, but more often because of 'oopsie!'

WP: 'What the hell!? Too small? I could fit in there if you let me drive!'
Me: 'Yeah, only if you used your tiny Atos nub. This is a Merc! Long car!'
WP: '-_- Aiyo anything also can la if you try'
Me: 'It's too late anyway, haha!'
WP: 'What the fuck you dumb noob... noob la you I can't imagine how noob you are'
Me: 'You don't have to imagine, you're looking at me *sheepish grin*'
WP: 'Arghhh!!! The rain will stop before you even get a bloody space!'

Just when it was about to hit 11.30, and when the bitching about the parking spaces was at its highest the rain really did stop. :D
Me: 'Oops. Hehe. The rain really stopped, and look! We're still in the car.'
WP: 'Yalah, you dumb shit, you should have just let us off earlier.'
Cat: 'Yeah I think we can finish all the drinks before you even get a space man'
Me: 'What the hell, all of you making my feng shui bad only lah! Because of you I no parking la diu!'
Neal: 'Oh fine lah! Then we get off lah!'
Me: 'OK! Get the hell out! I gurantee can get parking once you losers are off'
WP: 'Hahaha, we'll wait by the side of the road to laugh at your face when you can't get a space'

They got off, of course. And what do you know, just as I made the final turn into the street, no less than four(4) cars pulled out of their spaces along various points in the street. Motherf--

'Idiots, see! I'm here, and my car's not far away. Hah'

Ah, life.

So we had some awesome German beer, and blabbed away as the rain fell erratically. Cat had a wonderful time checking out dozens of girls. Two girls dressed in black dresses walked past.

Cat: 'Wow! Fucking hot wei! *upon further inspection* Dude they selling Dunhill wei!'
Brother: (smoking a Dunhill at that very moment) WHAT! YOU NEVER SAY! *stands up immediately*
Oh joy.

The beer was good, the conversation great, and the weather just perfect. But, even the best of things have to end. We got up, and got away, zooming over to SS2 to chow down on some Lok Lok! Steamboat by the roadside at 1AM, a classic pasttime of lifeless-vampire-teenagers.

We sent my brother home, because he had to take a dump and was tired. The fun wasn't over yet though, as we were interested in sightseeing and exploring Kuala Lumpur. What better time than when there are few cars? That's what we thought, anyway.

Cruising around KL, we had many a laugh at each other and at the world. Life right now is just great. Good friends, good food, good life. As we turned a corner, a sight to make our night almost burst into view...

Cat: 'Welcome to the famous "Club Street" of KL fuckers! Look at all the HOT CHICKS WEI!'
WP: 'WAHHHH OH MY GOD LOOK THERE!'
Neal: 'Wah wah wah look look there there!'
Cat: 'Holy shit look there! So leng man! Wahh!'
Me: 'Look over there, the car there, bending over one.'
The rest of them: 'Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...'
You can imagine the rest of the drive.

There's a certain fun in just ogling women from the car. I think many people could either see or hear our muffled shouts of awe in the car. I feel a little guilty now that I think about it: A little voice in my head says 'You're not single anymore, dumbass'. But then, what's life without a little enjoyment? Even if those women walking the streets are sexy, beautiful or just awe-inspiring, even if they were drop dead gorgeous and just oozing 'screwmenow', I thought to myself: Hey, my little lady is just as good as any of you!

I love her for the woman she is, both in and out. Who else could I possibly live life with but the woman who's a child inside, just like me? A woman who could laugh at anything, be it life, death, suffering, and even fart jokes. A woman who can enjoy simple things like running around playing catch. A woman who can act as silly as a child. A woman who is a woman, mature and loving, in the end.

Ah, but we just had to make a few rounds of the clubs all over KL... just to have some fun. It was f-r-e-a-k-i-n' a-w-e-s-o-m-e.

Cat: 'I'm getting high on all the sexyness wei.'
WP: 'Ahahahhaha shut up you asshole and look more'
General laughter.

In the end, we went back to the Parking Lot, getting a couple of mamak drinks to cool us off and quench our thirst from all the laughing and screaming.

Cat: 'Next time, when I'm rich, I'll be like those apek in there man... bring all the hot hot chicks for fun.'
WP: 'Yea man, when got money then say la!'

We go our individual ways to our cars and then to our homes, sleeping in expectation of the new day.

And now I wonder: How long will this last? Not forever, I'm sure. I won't do all this crazy shit next time. I'll still have all these wonderful friends, of course, all these unjudging great friends. I'll have a different home to go home to, one with a slumbering wife likely, and perhaps a pair of crazier kids. I'll be expecting a late rising the next time, and the prospect of dreary work soon enough. I'll probably have bills to pay and loans to worry about, savings to calculate and costs to balance. So many great things last until you're old, and responsibilities pile on as time passes. So many opportunities for fun and laughter, and so many worries to come.

I remember my laughing friends. I remember my loving little lady. I remember the home I have now.

Life is good, muthafucka!