the wrong kind of 'walkabout'

i went to a club last night with my roommate and her friends, and it was a godawful experience.

there were a lot of men there, more than one would 'usually' find in a club. at one point the only people on the dancefloor were all male. and it wasn't even a gay club or anything. drinks were going cheap (1 pound flat), so many people were getting really high. the music kinda sucked at times, yo-yoing between dance and rock. hmm.

the worst thing was that two asian guys 'approached' me. it was so gross.

(loud music blaring)
1st guy: where are you from?
me: pardon?
1st guy: where are you from?
me: pardon?
(after pretending a few more times that i couldn't hear him..)
me (in my thickest-possible fake british accent, not wanting to tell the truth): um, i'm from london.
1st guy: woah, you're british?
me (amused at how things are turning out): yeah.
(then mumble mumble, then -)
1st guy: my friend likes you.
me: huh?
1st guy: my friend here, he likes you!
('friend', or 2nd guy, comes forward and kinda shoves 1st guy away)
2nd guy: sorry about my friend, he's korean, he's always trying to set me up.
me (like, whatever): it's ok
2nd guy: (continues to apologise)
me: it's ok. (as 2nd guy keeps talking...) i have a boyfriend.. so you can go now (literally shoos 2nd guy away)
yam's friend's friend: just tell him to f*** off.

and they weren't even cute.

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before going to the club, we watched the director's cut of 'donnie darko' at a 2nd-run cinema (so it cost 4 pounds. still a fortune). gosh it was such bizarre film. psychological horror. and a terrifying rabbit. it was interesting, but i wouldn't want to see it again.