04-21-2010
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My Nightlife in Arizona
My colleagues have always crucified me for my roving and raving ways but how can I help it with more than enough night clubs surrounding me at the heart of Phoenix…? My boss has probably had it with me and my lame and used up excuses…but he’s from Vegas, there’s no more pretence than the kettle calling the pot black. So there I have it, some way somehow, I get to walk scot-free—how long—nobody knows, unless if all these night havens shut down and go out of business…I pray not!
So after a long and weary day, the only place I can think of is Club Central, the maestros there have my dose for alluring jazz symphonies that whisk away all my trifle worries…And by the time my energy levels are revved up, some sultry Mexican music is up on the way and what do you know, lonely or not, I can almost feel that brunette Latina dancing right next to me.
By this time I’m off to another level and feel like the party should get bigger…so I head off to darken the door of the Sky Lounge, yet another favourite with a salsa caliente flair that gets me going! The games have just begun—each time I think that Tabasco could get sweeter; it actually feels hotter but only at the Sky Lounge dance floor!
It’s only Thursday and it already feels like the weekend! By the time I’m jetting off from my reverie in Mexico and headed for my bed, it feels like I’m ten years younger and ten pounds lighter.
My weekday shifts end at 6pm but I made a personal exception for myself on Friday; at least whenever I have a date with Homme! It’s the perfect blend of DJs worth their salt, a music system worth sipping some whisky to, and a dance floor that’s as inviting as the ambience. What can I say, the weekend has just begun; tomorrow I’ll be doing it all over again and the rest is history...!
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