You know you are royalty when you have guards and maids doing your bidding. A drunken memory.

I woke up this morning with a dry itchy throat and a heavy head. Went to town last night for my brother in laws bucks night. VIP babee!! I have never thought it would be something I for one would want to be in but being exclusive has its perks. The club was packed and there we all were with all the room in the world and the service coming to us like we were royalty.

Now I know what being a king is like. Then again having servants is nothing new to me. Hive account@demotry sanaol.

Only thing with being there is the price. Five hundred bucks for a bottle of vodka. No I didn't splurge on that, the best man did that for everyone, twice over, I was trying to stop them from doing it since we were all very drunk. We all know it since two of our party had already been kicked out after the first bottle. Of course it didn't help we had already been drinking at the bar down stairs prior to moving up to the VIP section.

I just like the sound it makes when you say V.I.P. I sound like a kid in a lolly shop with no adult telling me to stop munching on sugary treats.

Dance floor packed we all languished at the class difference LOL. Joke. But then again it is fairly hard to miss when anyone trying to cross the boundaries not allowed in are quickly shut down by the big bouncers. Man I remember when I passed twenty one years of age and got into the VIP sections along time ago. I never really saw the difference since I was too busy just trying to get into hot chicks, not bothering with observing the segregation.

I think I heard a long time ago it is far better to be over dressed than under dressed and I have always followed that saying anytime I go somewhere but last night. I was very much under dressed but when you are put in a physical separation no amount of dressing will get you not noticed.

At one point a fresh south American Latino tried to get themselves into the are by trying to befriend my younger brother, I was like what the? So I just look straight at the bouncer who missed them sneaking in, I point at the dude and give the slit the throat motion. They were promptly exited with no fan fare and they skulked off, head down disappearing into the night, no longer existing within the whole place. I think I may have gotten them kicked out of the whole place. shrug Sorry but not sorry?

You know it's a good night when someone has to find a private moment to empty out their guts from too much consumption of alcohol and greasy hot food. Don't feel sorry for the guy, he was king for the night. Flexing some serious cash for the bucks they walked around splashing cash, no joke, he could afford it though. He splashed it hard since after all this was meant to be a whole weeks worth of partying in Thailand being blocked only by the soon to be bride. She did not trust us going away a whole week and keeping safe.

Well anyway I am going to cut this short cos I think I need to get some rest, still groggy.