Clubbing Package Pt.12. Club Cafe*2 + Bsmt

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This will be a short casual post. Just a regular weekend hitting the club. Cheers to a frog who helped get my shit together.

Let's raise another glass to Chirag, whose tolerance I can definitely approve of.

Clubbing 101 :)

Exhausted from work. Got home. Late run. Showered. Napped. Ate. Dressed up. Checked out the inside of Club Cafe when a frog was stuck inside the train for a few minutes. Good club! Very rainbow. Very diverse. When I say everybody is slaying, I mean for real, people are slaying. Pop hits, Skins, heels, heavy eyeliners, glitters, and shoulder bags. I was dizzy again. I wanna stuff some tips inside the dancer’s ___. I didn’t though, because I was a shy girl. Hehe.

You go queen.

I met up with a frog. He’s got the goodies, and I just desperately needed to get drunk. We finished in total maybe 4-5 shots of alcohol. 50-50 split. Thanks pal!

Goodies!

I was stupid enough to drink and throw the shooter bottles away right in front of the bouncer damn it. 2 shots, and I couldn’t even relocate where I was in the line anymore. Even the strangers beside him seemed worried. I was so fucking awkward that I just wanted to shovel my head under the pavement. Byee.

The bouncer pointed at us: Alright, so you two cannot enter. Going to bars 101 — don’t pregame right in front of the bar! Drop dead. I just RIP myself socially. People were looking at us. Please don’t. Froggie said, It’s chill. It’s ok. It’s really not a big deal, but my self-consciousness just peaked. Girl.

This is the moment when I know I should be a moderate drinker.

Bsmnt

Bsmnt was just around the block. After walking around the area for a bit, we decided to go inside Bsmnt as it was known for some good underground EDM. The DJ was doing his thing, edging us and dropping some good beats. Excuse me for not keeping a tracklist, because I don’t know almost any of the songs! Frequencies. How do they make sense?

We were having some good times. Hehe.

We went back after about 2 hours of vibing to underground house. I’d say it’s chill. The subway shenanigans happened again. The subway service stopped after 1 AM. I thought we were the chosen ones, having an entire station empty just to ourselves. Silly me. Froggies was carrying my shoulder bag. Kate Spade looks so good on you!

Fresh knowledge: a subway station is empty probably because the service stopped.

We Uber-shared, but had 3 riders joining in total. So it was 4 of us stuffed inside a regular car. The invisible side eyes were going rampant inside the car. Sorry. I said I am sorry!

Back to Malden. We made it. A win is a win…

Club Cafe 2.0

Literally the next day, I went to Club Cafe again with Chirag, with some grudge. I mixed Gatorade with Tequilla. Do you know what happens when you mix Gatorade with Tequila? You get happiness. Period.

I learned my lesson, sir. We were drinking that shit up a block away from the club entrance. We finished every single drop.

Again, not much happened in the club. I don’t even remember the tracks played because, hehe, I guess I wasn’t being moderate at all. That’s why I don’t trust what people say when they are drunk. They were being real, but there is a bandwidth, which is usually insanely short.

Anyways, the vibe was chill. I was drunk. I got back safely. I passed out. I woke up early. I felt like shit. It was as if somebody banged my head against the wall. I asked Chirag to please voluntarily forget whatever random shit I said about life being doomed or me being delulu during the pregame and the postgame. He said, uhh, did you say anything? Doesn’t ring a bell.

Good friend. 🙂‍↕️

Till next time, and many many more.

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Published 18 Jul 2025