Why so emo?

After dinner, we chilled at Southbank for a bit. Some even got pissed at waiting for the crowd to make a move to somewhere else. In the first attempt to get out, everyone was already at the bar and some took this opportunity to make a few shots of drinks. It sure is funny to see how the crowd later forgot the whole thing about going out and settled back at the lounge.

Boulevard was full, Platform 1 was meant for whites, 3D was DV8 instead (playing Rammstein and Marilyn Manson), so we proceeded to this small time house club next to 3D. I and Mervin went back to my house to grab some bread (hungry) and whiskey (thirsty) before entering. Everyone was having fun, great fun, till the security came and kicked us out, with the reason "some of you were sleeping". There weren't even warnings, although there claimed to be. Bloody racists. It's just ironic to see how this tiny club with such meagre patronage want to kick out the biggest bunch around. Oh well. Hence the perpetual small time-ness. Good luck crap.