Ladies and Gentlemen, Van Cleef Has Struck Again...

Last night was the final Baje International Fete, thus starting the '4-Day Morning'celebration with a big bang! There wasn't really a theme this time around, however where was lots of foam and water. So pretty much all the girls came in short-shots and bikini tops (or whatever) the the guys bashed it out in typical T-shirts and normal shorts. Funny thing is I didn't even know the venue had changed. I wouldn't even have made it to the fete if my friend hadn't taken me. Well, drinks were free this time around (which is always a good thing) but they only had ONE bar. Needless to say, getting a drink was like going to war. good thing I was 'well-popped' even before I got there, and by the time it was half-way though I was 'propper-popped' ^_^

It was a great night though. Music pumping through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants... the pants commanding me... never denying my veins ::laughs::

I earned the title of 'Van Cleef'. Apparently, this is because I always play the 'bad-guy' when out with the crew, running amuk and some stealing other men's women (their words, not mine). To the latter I say this: if you cannot prevent your woman from leaving YOU to party with ME then you, my friend, have a problem. Anyway, I'm used to being the badguy. After all, it's Small's fault if anything goes wrong -_-

What annoys me about a lot of the Baje fetes is that the guys just stand around and do nothing. Even the girls take a long fucking time to get into the groove of things. ::laughs:: Oh well, fuck that. I came to have a good time and what Van Cleef wants, Van Cleef gets! The boys and I claimed the speaker boxes as our base of operation, then sperad out like the fucking plague upon the masses. It's fun to get people up and jumping at a party ^_^