As the sun goes down the starts come out, lights flickering, people chattering as I walk down the strip with the wolf pack with laughter, suited up looking dapper, we come across this giant poster with a bold writing, well lit up reading “Jay Z performing tonight at 11 in the Revolution Bar featuring Kanye West”. With excitement we all huddle down to the Revolution Bar like a pack of lions hunting for its prey, hungry, waiting in this long queue that never seemed to move. As the tall hunky bouncers perform their routine checks on us, the bass vibrates through the floor into our hearts making our heart beat sync with the rhythm of the music blasting inside the bar like it was welcoming us to join the party. The colourful lights flashing through the gaps as the door opens, constantly making eye contact with everyone as they walk past me, leaving a trail behind of their fragrance filling my nostrils with flavour.
Waiting to get served by the bartender that seemed to be moving faster than the light eagerly working her way down to me, standing, filled with people around me, pushing and rubbing their body against mine, sweating to slide their way to the front of the bar like which felt like touching a fish, wet and slippery. As I stand there in slow motion with my mouth slightly open the bartender pours the poison elegantly into the glass making my tasted buds tingle with excitement, like it was having its own party inside my mouth. I felt like a winner as I lifted up my glass with victory, flushing the liquid down my throat, which tasted like wheat with a slight after taste of an orange cognac, mmmmm delicious. Wish I could drink more of that if I wasn’t a lightweight.
The white lights shined through the majestic curtains on the stage, Jay Z starts to spit his lyrics whilst Kanye stands opposite him singing his verse making the crowd jump up and down on the floor, people chanting and singing along to the music as the bouncers spying around, quietly waiting to find trouble. Once the alcohol started to kick in the ladies started to hatch out of their shells like a flock of bird, attracting all the men to get their game on to impress the ladies.
With the bar starting to get empty the music started to get louder having no obstacles to amplify through my ears as I walk like a new born giraffe wobbling all over the place with my head spinning round and round which made me throw up all over the floor, which tasted like tasted like rotten fish that was mixed with cheese. All I can remember after that is walking up on my friend’s cosy couch with a change of dry clothes, trying to remember everything that happened last night. It felt a film strip with some of the frames missing. Maybe I shouldn’t mix alcohol next time.