Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Though I could be anywhere near bearing the tag 'frequent patron of Singapore's nightlife', this bloke here still moves to the groove ever once so often. Especially since the company to get sloshed with was just about right.
Want to go to bed with me? Wuhahaha!
I danced!? Twitch is a better word for it I supposed. Provided anyone was sober enough to notice. =p
So there I was finding myself in the company of Wanyi, Eliz and all their assorted collection of friends from all manners of educational institutions queuing up for entry into Double O last Saturday night.
Scene of the crime.
Core accomplice.
Introducing from grinning, silly and to the handsome, me, Eliz and Phyo (Not a typo.).
The rest of you people shoo! Just me and Lizzie okay! Hahahaha...
Chopped (UV chop on the arm. Cool or what!?) and ready to be blasted off into the throng of prematuredly drunk and overly sweaty club goers like a space monkey awaiting certain gruesome death, we waded and squeezed between groups of crowd goers to the bar.
Wow! They got a life band there which sang my all time favorite, "Torn"!
Poor bloke started getting humiliated for his birthday very early that evening. His friend made random strangers kiss him while dragging him around in a blindfold! And I kissed him!
Like every other recountal that involves tons of booze, we drank. And we drank. And when we thought we couldn't stomach another drop of liver poison without doing a damn fine impersonation of our iconic Merlion right there on the spot, we drank some more.
I wanna drink from their straws! LOL!
Soak it up you git!
Infused with brazen courage, a welcomed side effect of having one's blood teeming with alcohol and having whatever little sense we had in the first place pillage by them, we broke ranks and hit the dance floor. Joining the fray, we did the Saturday Night Fever, the Robot and all the the delirious shite you'll expect from a bunch of drunkards.
Filled with people suffering from spasms in both their upper and lower limbs.
Oooh, what senseless fun it was!
The intermission between each bout of embarrassing dancing was spent struggling against the human tide, shooving our way out and back for each smoke/puke break. Easing into the habit after numerous such expeditions into the calm and still open air where one could puke and reflect on the lost of their earlier meals over a smoke, it was inevitable someone from the 19 strong group would suggest hopping over to O bar. And ultimately, back to Double O again.
Dom, Jianghao and me!
Don't they look like they belong to each other?
This loving couple never fail to crack me up.
To me it was never different. Same drunk bunch of friends, same blaring music and same kinda human congestion. A word of wisdom - whatever differences however stark matter little to people who couldn't really walk in a straight line without ending up in a tangle of their own limbs.
Roaming around the joint like we owned it, we had a little drink here and shook a little booty there, all the while running into familiar faces. For me, Ronnie seems to be there around every turn while a few more airforce guys turn up at random spots around and about. The last person I thought I would run into was none other Wilfred, a friend as well as a colleague, who happened to be down with flu the day before, was found at the scene. Bad puppy, bad!
Caught on camera! Nice finger!
Anyway looking the entire club night as a whole, the two distinctive incidents stood out above the rest with startling clarity akin to bloated corpses floating in a river are:
1) A fight almost found its way to me when I was technically caught chatting with a lady in the group who unfortunately had a boyfriend reeking of both choking smell of liquor as well as unbearable possessiveness.
The appetizer came in the form of him walking up to the chatting silhouettes of me and that lady with a storm brewing on his face.
Next comes the main course as I shifted my focus to the impending disaster, trying the tried-and-proven method of diffusing the possible troublesome situation with small talk. The results? Getting snubbed with gruff answers overlay with a tone seething anger.
Finally comes the desert as my harmlessly thrown joke of "Wah you sound so hostile, I think you might hit me. Relax leh." was answered with a "Maybe.".
What the fuck.
Though I was afterward assured that his infuriating attitude is just a known result of his intoxication, I was nonetheless offended. If he so much as in lift a hand against me, I bet my sizable arse I'll show him that I'm indeed the son of my dad.
For those who knows my dad, you'll catch the drift. *Wink*
I don't even know what's this suppose to mean but we were high and we didn't care!
Ooh here's one with Wai Kian at the right having his tofu eaten by Dom!
WAKE UP!!!
Too drunk too humorous.
2) I had a near picked-up encounter with a gorgeous lady at the club. Before you wear that skeptical frown as if it was called for, I admit I was high but the mere study of the beauty before me jolted me back from Planet Volka.
With a half filled pitcher of alcohol in my care, I couldn't join the rest of the kakis for a breather outside. So standing by the side of the bar, a ravishing lady in her early twenties came over and asked "Mind if I steal a straw from you?".
"Sure, I don't mind." came naturally to my lips before I even register what was going on.
Seeing that her glass was filled with murky grayish stuff, I couldn't help but asked "What's that you're drinking?".
A drink which I heard earned its name by dropping their owners stone dead wormed its way into her reply as she said "This? Its the Graveyard.".
Only after letting out an admiring "Wah.." in response to her brave choice of drink did it struck me that why did she have to steal a straw from my pitcher when she was at the bar with serviettes and straws well within her reach. Also, doesn't drinking from a straw pushes you over the edge of consciousness faster, especially drinking such a potent mix?
Alone in the dark with some pretty chick? Anything could happen. But nothing did. LOL!
Only then did I realised that the seemingly harmless question was an subtle excuse to initiate conversation with me and - you'd never have guessed what moronic thing I did next - I walked off.
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
My stomach was protesting dangerously to all my deposits and I didn't really feel like making an idiot outta myself since I'm already neck deep into the bottle.
But if you ask me, I'd say that deep down, somebody is a shy fuck who doesn't believe that anyone that pretty would wanna hook up with him. That's my reckoning.
Like the rest of you, I was thinking why would she possibly want to chat with me since there's like a ton of better looking guys out there? Perhaps it was just a hallucination conjured up by a mind saturated with alcohol.
Which unfortunately wasn't the truth as I return much later in the company of my friends to the sight of the same siren dancing a slow sensual dance, to the pleasure of some guy whom I think was in her company before.
Another "What The Fuck" on the rocks please.
Two men down! MEDIC!
All in all, it was a spectacular night out. Got to know myself a couple of pleasant folks like Eliz's boyfriend Jiang Hao and both hers and Wanyi's friends, Wei Kian and Phyo (Still not a typo.). And just for kickers, I didn't drink till I puke, much less till I drop.
I'm so proud of myself I would wrench my arm out of its socket to pat myself on the back.
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 9:37:00 AM