popstarz

so last night i went with my two flatmates, s and j, and s's friend, let's call him mango, to Popstarz Night at La Scala near king's cross; it was a fundraiser in memory of a prominent figure in the gay community, with all proceeds going to cancer research uk. imagine a huge labyrinth of a club, with the main stage playing rock music and other rooms with other various types of music. tons and tons of people, a mix of all sexualities, genders, cultures, etc., everything under the sun!

we had to wait a bit to get into the club, and j was being a moody bitch because he wanted to go to bed instead of going to a club. he went because s wanted to go. remember they are bf and gf here. anyhoo, we're dancing on the main stage and j's mood just gets worse and worse, talk about a party pooper! sulking like nobody's business. s ignores it and instead sexy dances with another guy, nice. right in front of your boyfriend. mango and i are trying our best to ignore the drama when s abruptly leaves to go to another music room with the other guy! j quickly tells me "he's off", and goes home by himself. oh boy. mango and i end up upstairs in the room where s and boy are, as the music there was WAY better (justin timberlake AND C+C music factory, oh yeah, bring it on). mango and i are shaking our respective booties the way they're meant to be shaken, having a really great time. s takes off looking for us (apparently she was sexy dancing with boy so intensely she didn't see mango and i) and long story short, finds us an hour and a half later ready to go home. boo. too bad, it was a night where i could've stayed up dancing until dawn.

so s and i go home and j's still up and "wants to talk" to s. they go into his room but it's not like i can't hear anything. lordy. that's what sucks about living with a couple, having to put up with their drama. after watching an episode of the LOVEBOAT (exciting and new, come aboard, we're expecting you!), i went to bed rather than listen to them arguing.

oh, new term learned for the day: fruit fly - girls who hang out with gay guys. i know you might think "we'll that's what a fag hag is," but apparently (according to mango), fag hags are ugly, no social life, loserish women who constantly hang out with gay men (or just one in particular) because they don't have anyone else to hang out with, while fruit flies are better and cooler than that. and who says i'm not in london for an education?

CET