Marriage Chick

Peppermint Lounge was invaded last night by a bunch of wanna-be celebrities. Apparently it was some chick's birthday and she invited everyone who ever acknowledged her existence. Personally I think she did that to create some sort of notion that she is popular, and to disguise the fact that she had so little close friends due to her bitchiness.

How do I know she was bitchy?

I overheard a conversation where she was bitching about the size of some other chick's fake designer bag. Two second later, she was the faker's best friend, complimenting how nice her bag was. Totally a waste of a conversation. There was no point to it. It would have been much more entertaining (for me, at least) for the birthday chick to tell fake chick that her bag is shit and that she should go home and change.

Anyway, a "fashionably late" arrival was this married couple. Bottled blonde (then again, every chick is pretty much a bottled blonde nowadays, except in Denmark) and her geeky husband. If you saw this couple, the first thought that would have come to your mind was how lucky he was to have a bottled blonde like that. However, after several seconds, you would have realised that she was definitely a gold digger. There is no way you can aruge "true love" between them.

For a better picture of this couple, just think Tom Cruise marrying Roseanne Barr, or Jubba-the-Hut with Natalie Portman.

There was an obvious speed hump in the "happily ever after marriage" because Bottled Blonde was flirting with everything that moved, and consistently rejecting her husband's attempted intimacy.

At one stage, I saw Bottled Blonde and Christina "sharing a moment" when their eyes met. I was so happy. Seeing this, I quickly went into battle mode and started planning how I can exploit this "shared moment". I made some comment about Bottled Blonde and Christina and I started discussing Bottled Blonde and her geeky husband. We shared a laugh at their expense.

Bottled Blonde glanced over and saw us laughing. Christina was embarrassed as we were caught red handed laughing at her.

I went over and soothed the ruffled Bottled Blonde.

To the dancefloor, Christina and I headed. Got her all hotted up in front of Bottle Blonde I did. Before I could figure out a way to get Bottled Blonde to dance with my Christina, Christina went over to the Bottled Blonde and invited her to dance.

I didn't know what to do. Despite the pleasure of seeing my girl running her hands all over another hot chick, I was strangely hurt by how much fun she was having. I both loved and hated Christina in the same moment. Humm ...

Anyway when the song was over, Christina came back to me, dragged me home and gave me the most energetic fuck for a long time. I don't know if it was the four cocktails or the Bottled Blonde.

I was hoping it was the Bottled Blonde - much less expensive.