Who would've thought

It was just an elevator's ride away and it was still 10 p.m. so why not, right? I fixed my hair and stared down the gawkers and joined the party.

As far as first times go, this was a good one. Being in the entourage of people whose faces other people recognised meant free entry and immediate access into the VIP lounge.

I have the best colleagues in the world. The coolest bosses too. Even if it means dissecting my complicated home life under 70-decibel Sexy Back.

My colleagues did not realise it was my first time until I told them. They said I looked like a natural but I'm sure they were just being nice.

It was good to stand above the crowd and laugh at people who can't dance. "You see that white guy in the striped shirt? He's rich but he's still a virgin."