Too Much Choklit! Just Inject It Into My Veins!

If my mind were a tag cloud, size hierarchy would see the terms “breasts” and “Dragonforce” in high relevance. Not far from the top, “choklit” and “buffet” would also signal my high interest. Put latter two together and my brain would formulate a target of such high importance, it can be etched on the list of life goals, somewhere between “Owning a Gibson SG Doubleneck” and “Bedding Asian Twins”. And that’s where the Elation event came in.

While it was clear on my mind what I wanted, here’s some useful info. The Elation buffet actually served as a launch for a service providing chocolate buffets and signature shooters. At least that was my understanding of it. Hope the organizers care to correct me or at least not mind that they we’re just compared to advanced sexual fantasies.

As for the event itself, accounts that this was like some junior prom are true. The place eventually packed up with tweens who know more trivia on Twilight and Gossip Girl than I ever will. The group I was with felt like partying faculty members – having fun but trying not to unclench too much to save from the embarrassment and maybe potential blackmail.

At the end of it all, I still got my choklit fix, which served as a twisted support mechanism to prevent me from getting hammered after all the free alcohol shooters being continuously served that night. Though nothing was there to save me from crashing due to all that sugar. Post event health complications aside, I though it was alright.