My birthday at Amnesia

We got free tickets whilst lying on the beach yesterday, so we decided it was Fate that wanted us to club. Some Italian dudes came up to us, introduced themselves as supposedly "someone famous in Italy", to which I rolled my eyes behind my dark shades as I watch Andrea so sweetly stroking their ego by saying "OH REALLY!?"

So Amnesia was absolutely gorgeous. The pink band we got allowed us to zoomed past the whole kilometer in line to get right in, where we were greeted by house music and neon lights. We found an area in front of a gigantic buddha, with red hearts hanging all over the place, and gay men kissing and dancing in front of us. HEAVEN.

All through the night, with kisses on my shoulders and lips on my hand, Italians, Spanish and Romans serenaded us by shouting "Ni Hao" and clamouring our waists. Amongst those whom we wanted to flee from, I hastily stammered "I don't speak..... (that's when I realised I WAS speaking in English) English" and ran off laughing my heads off with Andrea. 

At the last hour of our night, we decided to comply to these 2 (the third one is gay) romans who had nicely asked us THRICE to dance, and of whom we had met at a restaurant the night before. 

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We were practically completely enamored by the gay one. (First from left, bottom picture) The only guy whom we remembered his name, and the one that was so totally cute, personal, gentle and soft spoken! Two straight girls all over this gay dancer!

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They sent us home, while we fretted on our way back whether they thought they were getting "lucky".

It was indeed, what a night.

Though, in the dark throbbing music, a familiar feeling so long hidden, I yet feel the longing for domesticity despite the superficial fun. As much as I try to deny, I am starting to severely miss home.