First a gay club and now a gay bar. Well.... supposedly. Named after a flower, the Frangipani certainly lived up to its name, in my opinion. Pretty place, pretty people, pretty hectic.
There isn't much to say, cause there wasn't much I did, as much as I wanted to do a lot.
I tried to dance. I drank a little. I kinda felt like a spoilsport, doing most of the things halfway. My friend introduced me to a few of his. But the music was so loud I could barely talk to them. They seemed to do fine, though.
I...am at a loss on what to describe.
Sigh.... what I'm doing? This wrong mind clearly did not think it all through.
I've never been to the club, just dined at the restaurant.
ReplyDeleteI think that may have been a better experience for me.
ReplyDeletehahahaha u just think too much dude. go with the flowwwwww
ReplyDeleteAh, but that's just me...a thinker. :)
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