tension head.

went to a party last night. a 'christmas-in-july'
thing at a horse-race park.

it was interesting because i've never went to a
party before. and i've never been to a race
track before.

it was interesting.

kind of an understatement.

the theme was either costume or traditional.

it was hilarious. a guy dresed as dame edna. he
was a hit amongst the ladies.

another female staff came as vicky pollard. she
was spot on! everybody laughed.

the horse race began early, and everybody got
excited.

of course, there were a few bets placed.

it was trot-race (i think. i forgot what's the
name), and the racer's in a cart behind, dragged
by the animal.

the horse.

by 9pm, the guy in the dame edna costume got
the prize. he fought off fierce competition,
especially, from the medieval britain costume
and some weird 'european tap-dancer' costume.

next: drinking.

of course, there were plenty of red and white
and yellow beverage to pass around.

i chose black and clear. better not start here
or i'd be too 'uninhibited'.

worse, i might embarass my company.

it was interesting to see how alcohol can turn
someone from being a bit frigid, or rigid, to
a total dancefloor hogger.

i shouldn't judge. it's a cultural thing maybe.

the music's kind of lame at first, some guy
with an acoustic guitar (doesn't that ring a bell?)
playing his watered-down version of hits.

then the dj put on some head-bopping tunes.

that's when the fun got turned up all the way
to eleven.

i would have to say 'wow'.

these hot staffs can really dance! it was quite
interesting to actually see someone in office
dance that good.

especially this one chick. she's obviously HOT,
but my oh my, she owned that dancefloor like
she's going to be amputated tomorrow!

all the nuances of her face, the body language.

i think i'll stop describing now.

i wondered what it's like to be dancing with
them.

a hot girl from ireland,she's
new and she sat beside me at dinnertime. we
chatted throughout the night.

as time progressed, i said to her 'you
wanna dance?'

she said 'sure, let's go.'

we both set foot on the dance floor, and faced
each other. me in my baju melayu, she in her,
urm, attire.

we danced. well, at least she danced.i did some
movements that would maybe qualify as convulsions.

like i said, we danced.

afterwards, a staff from nigeria joined us.
she's a natural. like a duck takes to the water.

not bad. i had fun.

(understatement of the year)

how multinational could you get?