Never felt such increasing sense of indifference towards parties

I cant remember the last guy I gave so much time to, since my last breakup.

A guy who decided to spend his freaking birthday at Butter. And that maybe, just maybe, not all guests would settle in nicely.
Some may have to queue, some may have to queue for an hour, some may have to appropriately head for supper and home (without getting in at all).

Haha.

In case you were wondering, Shas and I were the queuing, queuing for an hour and the headed for supper and home two. We were - simply put - the unworthwhile party-goers.

Hahhahhahaha (and this dude I dont even fancy)
(I went for shas. So if I do ever tell you I am in love with a female, you'd know she's her.)

The first hour comprised of a 1-hour frightening large part of waiting and listening to a retard babble about her own stupid drunken state. I refrain from breaking a branch (full of leaves) off a tree to wallop her.
Except I do walk to the tree, but the branch was "just too heavy".
Shas and I kept laughing.

... the only decent thing to do, when in denial.
Who in the right mind would have primed for such a wait?

"The queue is indefinite." says the door bitch, as she hands out Free Saturday Passes to everyone STILL IN QUEUE.

You might imagine the humourless look on our faces but no, we were in a funny kind of fit.
Shas and I were spouting vulgarities - it was so easy. My legs were crying and couldnt carry me further. We settled for a veryhungry suppertime at spize.


You know the best thing we dont mention?

That we were more tired and hungry than we ever were excited about the party.