Femme Fatale

I was looking forward to the night since I woke I up in the morning. I knew it was going to be such an exciting night. The right place, the right people, the right music, and to be there with the boyfriend and jamieling…..oooh (squeals!)….what more could a girl ask for!

The moment arrived. I was decked out in my best Mambo-Jumbo outfit (with earrings to match too!) and looking as usual all attractive and perfect! The people miling about all looked sooooo good too and I could not believe that I was actually here!

After so many weeks dreaming about it, trying to find time to come for it, persuading the boyfriend to bring me to it, I was finally, finally here and it was all just sooooo exciting! You know, after being cooped up in the house for such a long time, it just felt really good to be doing what I used to do a year ago - parting on a weekday!

And as the boyfriend led me and jamieling through the entrance, I felt a surge of familiarity to be walking that path again, and as I breezed through, a smile lifted the corner of my lips. Oh, to feel what it was like to be young again….

*SMACK*! (right at the chest, thank you!)

"Miss…I need to see some identification, please".

Oh, to feel what it was like to be young again….(quite literally, of course), I continued keeping that smile on my face as I watched the boyfriend fumble to remove my ID from his wallet, hands it over to the bouncer, watched the bugger look at it, saw the fact that I was and AM 26 dawn on his face, looked at him pass the card back to the boyfriend, smiled at him as he waved me through and continued keeping that smile plastered on my face until we were out of sight from him…..and then….

AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Why does this happen EVERY, SINGLE TIME I come to Velvet / Zouk???!!! Can’t they just fucking leave me alone??? Isn’t it quite obvious that there are wrinkles on my forehead and that I am so WAAAAAAAY over the age limit???

I don’t even know whether to take this as a compliment or not? So, I’m 26 and I look young. This doesn’t mean that they can just totally ruin my grand entrance into a party that I was dreaming off for so long. Imagine what the other people waiting in line behind me must be thinking!

"Oh my goodness….if that girl is underaged, she soooo shouldn’t be here"

"Why are they even checking her ID, hello??? She looks like she’s 80!"

And goodness knows what other things would be running through other people’s minds. Ok ok…so maybe I’m thinking too much and people aren’t even thinking about anything. So I’m just being a little self-conscious and paranoid. But I have every right to be. Sue me.

And it wasn’t helping that jamieling was laughing her ass off at what happened. In fact, it made me feel no less than an idiot….*sigh*….

So, do I even take it as a compliment? Yes, of course. Don’t all girls like to look younger than the age they really are? I mean, I am happy, of course, that I look soooo much younger than my actual 26 years….but there are better times to find out my age instead of at the entrance to a great party.

Maybe the next time I go around there, I should stick my fucking ID on my forehead.

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