Alright, as you can see from the title, this is a blog that has to do with my very first personal clubbing experience. This may be the very first time, and probably not the last of it. On the 16th of August, 2008, for  the very first time of my life, I went to the club, Xylohs. And so, This is how it all went.

It was around 11:00 PM when everyone decided to meet up at one of our friend, Dylan's house. As Dylan, Dari and Adrian had picked me up and got to Dylan's, we were able to recognize a few familiar faces. A few of our friends had already arrived before we got there. Soon, the rest of the people arrived. It ended up as that Dylan's house was packed with our '08 class of Kalani graduates. As I remember, there were about 20 peoples filling his house and this was without Scott and his Mckinley friends such as Angelica, Keith and Saori. Soon, it was time to go. After few minutes of chatting and preparing, we let majority of the people to leave. And once more, it was just Adrian, Dylan, Dari and me. We had decided to take couple shots prior to our arrival and this was to save money from alcohol purchases at the bar and to reduce the awkwardness while spending our time there. My body had still rejected alcohol from prior days at Dylan's, but I was still able to take couple shots with Pog, some mixture of fruit juice. Then, we were on our way to Xylohs.

As we arrived, we were checked of our ID's by Securities. Then as we followed a line of people, there were these 2 people on the counter who were checking a list. I recall that if your name wasn't on the list, you were not allowed to enter. Thanks to Dylan and maybe from others' hook up, I was able to enter and we were able to reunite with the people who were at Dylan's earlier that night and Scott with his Mckinley crew. We shared handshakes and hugs as greeting. I personally thought this place was going to be lot bigger, but unfortunately, it wasn't. And as small as Islands of Hawaii gets, I met people from my elementary and middle school and also people that I work with, Such as Kainoa, and Tam.

Fastly, to be honest, I was getting bored with the place. Adrian, noticing my trains of thoughts, took me to the counter and bought me a glass of beer. I thanked him with a cheer. However, this didn't really get me anywhere. Since I do not dance, I was often standing still and have couple conversation with people I've met. Dari and few others tried to convince me that it was waste of time to stand still while being at the club. I agreed in my head, but my body was no longer under my control. It refused to move. Dylan, again, took a step for me and pushed me into the dance floor [which was packed with weird people, so I thought]. As awkward as it could be, Dari kept me company while I was there. Not knowing what to do, I took a quick view of others and mimicked what I saw. Unfortunately, my head was still telling me, "failed".

The night soon ended. When we got out of the club, it was little over 2 or 3. As we were about to leave, we received a call from Keith, informing us that his car was towed. Thus, he joined with the rest of us [Adrian, Dari, Dylan, Scott, and Me] on our ways to Zippy's. And there, we had our early breakfast. Dari who didn't feel very well at the time, fell on the bed straight after we got to Dylan's. We all slept over at his house and our day was over. I found myself to be the first one to be up on the morning. And I left the house, as they did not notice me leaving.

This is the last of my memory of the clubbing and the last day of hang out with Scott. I can not deny that this experience was somewhat exciting, but mostly awkward too.