Sorry Babushka

One sentence summed the whole night.

It was crazy!

We were supposed to go to Fabrique, the infamous club that Jasvyn had been talking about since a year ago. Unfortunately, we did not get the chance to go even after she left for good. Ann was talking about again and I thought, 'Why not?' since it's holidays now, prior to 2 deadly exams that is!

5 of us ventured on a freezing night out that will be imprinted on our minds for some time. That I am sure. Fabrique's face control turned out to be downright cruel and we were forced to change venue. After club-hopping (as most of the clubs were closed due to the festive season), we crashed Sorry Babushka, a mid-class club.

Again, to my disappointment they were playing techno and trace which bores me to death. Russians just don't know how to appreciate R&B and a little House. Cam-whored as usual and danced a little. I was actually ogling at the beauties that were dirty-dancing there.

We spent quite an amount of cash just on transportation alone, and the temperature was around -12 which was overwhelming because we weren't exactly dressed to stay out in the cold that long. My toes nearly got frost-bitten. Which was why I said the night was crazy from the beginning!

Headed home early as one of us wasn't feeling well.

Conclusion?

Better luck next time. LOL!

Pictures!

Me, looking oh-so-serious.

The view.

Dancing.

This dancer is hot. All of them are skimpily dressed.

Smart-cooperate clubbing girl vs Rocker chic.

Ordering drinks.

What was I thinking?

Goodbye to you, Sorry Babushka. No, I am not going to visit you again.

Loving my outfit for the night.