Capture a CLEAR Black Night

Monday confirmed Friday’s evening plans upon receiving a package mail with invitation to CLEAR Black Night, A Halloween Dance Event at Taste Asia, Mall of Asia.  First heard at Aileen Apolo’s site.  Oct 31^st marks the last night of Halloween and what best way to cap it but celebrate the total blackness of night. 

My excitement doubled up recalling Bubba’s CLEAR moment (Video Link).  Bubba’s decisive line “I’ve made a CLEAR choice,” prompted me to try the CLEAR shampoo in the package.  The shower experience relaxed me as I’ve never smelled anti-dandruff shampoo this fragrantly good.

I arrived at 650pm, bumped into Fritz on the quick line and registered.  I keep looking around trying to spot if Dan is around.  You see, this Dan has been following me around for months!  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake him off!  A carefully guarded secret I don’t want exposed tonight.  Most especially, while swimming in a sea of blackness, freestyle!  I definitely don’t want to be chained in fear or humiliation.

Back to the party, I took a moment to appreciate the whole fabulously attractive set-up.  I was here 2 weeks ago but this party venue completely transformed.  Seems like the evening swallowed the place and covered it with Night’s black beauty.  Cocktail tables dressed in black, with alternating candle or violet flower piece on top.  The long spread of mouthwatering food appeal to the appetite.  Gorgeous ladies roam the party grounds while some welcome you at the spanking entrance.  Spectacularly dimmed tunnel entrance leads to the main party area decorated with chandeliers of bubbles.  The event venue is deliciously flavored.  

I was bobbing to the music letting it enslave me.  Call it fits of paranoia but I thought I saw a shadow behind me.  He’d stalk me in silence.  Over my shoulder, I peeked.  Sigh.  Good, no signs of Dan.  He’d be lurking around the corner.  That’s fatal attraction at its finest –he’d make a scene and I’d surely die of embarrassment!

Past 9pm, Ms. Earth candidates glide in the room with their long legs and shapely figures.  I gulp nervously and almost fade into the background.  Towering ladies become center of attention in split seconds while you drown in oblivion.  I ran my fingers fidgety through my hair and afterwards somehow got empowered.  My hair is as long as shiny as theirs.  Smelling my hair, reminiscent of my calming shower, there was a surge of certainty.  I took a step forward, standing only at 5’5” (admittedly, with 3-inch heels of my favorite Aldo boots), I felt as tall as the Miss Earth candidates.     

Just by sheer confidence that Dan won’t be around to ruin my moment, I danced to my heart’s content.