My Night At Changes Pub

It had been close to six months since I went for a proper rave. I mean the kind of rave that you wake up and through the day you’re getting heaves of puke and flashback memories of the night. I had been on long holiday and the occasional keg pints can’t compare to a proper campus rave. In retrospect I gathered my crew at my room. It is a Wednesday but everyone is motivated to get drunk. There is Eujah, he is always the life of the party with a million and one dancing styles, and he is occasionally a good wingman. Denno is the ‘G’ of the group, whatever Denno says, we follow. He bears a lot of respect but weirdly he is always broke. However, Mose is always there to foot the bill, I really don’t know if this guy sells drugs but he is always damn loaded. Anyways, we decide we will go to Westlands for the night.

Luckily, we get a car to use, of course from my sources coz I never disappoint. Oh! I almost forgot Anto, he was meant to come but he was with some chiqitta so we let him be. Among the four of us, Mose is clearly the most responsible, so I decide to drive to Westlands but I instructed him not to get too wasted coz he will have to drive back. I have to admit I am somewhat of a lousy drunk and I don’t want to be responsible putting a dent on a borrowed car, the safety of my boys isn’t really my problem. So, with two ‘Vat69’ bottles in hand we get into the car and head to Westlands, it is around 11pm and we are about to Turn Up! Before we leave the campus parking we see a little guy running towards, it is Linc, the opportunist. We let the broke niggar in and drive off.

On the way, we open the bottle, shots all round… including the lightweight driver… my legs are already feeling weak but I will never give in front of the crew. Another two rounds and I am flinching my eyes just to see the road. Then, we close all the windows, and the G- Denno lights up three joints!  Three high grade joints. Within no time the car is stuffed with a thick white smoke, time moves too slowly, and I felt like I was driving to the moon and back. Then, Linc comes up with a brilliant idea; we should go to Changes Pub. Apparently, a socialite called Vanessa hosts Vogue Wednesdays, but all I heard was ‘boss, shots ni 50, beer ni 150’. Of course Linc would know of such deals, he frequently does some internship at ‘Afco’, the place with the cheapest drinks in town. So, we park outside the club, and step out of the car like a scene out of the men in black.

The club is packed! I mean, I thought being a Wednesday we would be the only ones but the place is full. Girls twerking everywhere like Jamaican video vixens, drinks everywhere, drunk selfies and the music was just full blast. So Denno the G somehow organizes and we get a table. We order 2000 worth of shots and a round of beer, except Linc forgot to carry his wallet so he will just drool over our drinks. If you’ve ever heard five shots instantaneously then you will know what I mean, we were wasted… we got up and started dancing like fools. Some girls next to us saw Mose and thought we must be some rich kids so we happily accepted their invitation to dance, we danced... And danced... until Linc started to puke all over, the bouncer lifted the guy with one hand and threw him out of the club, like honorable men, we let the niggar sort himself… it had just been over an hour and we were having the time of our lives, not thinking of exams, or assignments, or Linc… having fun with random girls.

Then five gorgeous girls stepped into the club, with just the right amount of makeup… just the right hairstyle, short skirts or dresses, I really couldn’t tell… the whole club stared, us included, in the midst of our drunkenness, we realized, all the girls were from our class… I’m sure all of us thought in our heads… ‘This shit is about to get real’ ……….