Saturday night @ Vinyl. It’s rainy. It’s humid. The heat and rain creates this hot, sticky, wet environment that only does one thing to people: It makes them crazy. And delightfully naughty.

Continue reading to get insight on the debauchery.

The club is packed, as it generally is on Saturday nights. The heat and rain combined with an at capacity bar begins to feel like a giant party in the Amazon. It’s the law of the jungle: wear as little clothes as possible, dance to the beats, and don’t be offended if you’re randomly touched by the natives. I had my ass grabbed at least three times, and was victim to an uninvited motorboat session. I was disgusted and thoroughly amused at the same time.

In the midst of craziness, in between having my ass grabbed and being motorboated by random dudes, I managed to somehow meet a whole whack of happy couples frolicking in this hot, jungle paradise:

The couple on the end wins the Brangelina award for prettiest couple of the night – the lady of the couple also wins my award for favourite dress/shoe combination. Click here to see it!

Moreso than couples, however, I found that I came across something more powerful than the love between a man and woman. Yes, I’m talking about bromance:

All these gentlemen were more than pleased to take a photo-op with their beloved wing men – and in the process, I learned an important difference between men and women. Tell a woman to look fierce for the camera, and you get this:

Tell a dude to look fierce for the camera, and you get a bunch of guys making faces like they’re Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk:

Tomorrow we continue with the fashion of the night!