Love Will Tear Us Apart

I'm exhausted from the weekend's activities.

Kenneth Cole and I decided to be spontaneous and head down to Z on Saturday to catch Nouvelle Vague, a French act that covers 80s new wave tracks with a bossa-nova flavour. Now this decision was made at 8.30pm where we were both resting at our own respective homes after really big dinners and recovering from a full day of tanning. Personally, I'm surprise at my level of enthusiasm.

I used to thrive in the night scene but now it just seems too much work. The organising of people to go down, the dress-up, the occasional bumping into acquaintances you knew ions ago but you have say hi in case they are useful to your line of work in the future and the very long queues at the washrooms. It must be the shortest visit for me to Z ever because we were out of there in 2 hours flat.

Still, it felt good to break the momentum of berms, tees and hawker fare. Its not an urban myth - couples almost never club together. They'll club when the guy is getting to know the girl better before the official status quo or when they are in groups with other friends. But chances are, if you come across just a couple at a club, they are either of the former reasons or really two drunk strangers/plutonic friends/rebound rejects making like the bunnies.

Good thing it wasn't the case on Saturday night. Because by the time the band performed their last song (Joy Division's Love Will Tear Us Apart), we were still standing straight, mouthing the lyrics and had totally enjoyed the concert in sobriety. It's not a bad night out after all. Exhausting but nice.

~SeamonkeY~