Sunday, December 16, 2007
Eve of Deepavali
Ok. I know this post is due EONS ago... but as typical like usual... i let e lazyness in me overruled.
So let’s backdate abit yea pple... all e way back to 7th Nov... E eve of Deepavali. At any club, for every eve of a PH it’s bound to be HAPPENING! N pple are but guaranteed to have heaps of fun... becos they dun hv to report to work neither to sch for e next day. But it’s not likely in my case. E only similarity I have with e masses is dat we don’t have to report for work the next day... but on e fun part... ermm..... ..
It was supposed to be double e fun for me and e rest of my frens as we’re commemorating my best gf bday. But lamentably, the door bitches had to ruin my night! I hereby declare, therefore as of from now I hate door bitches. Detest dem. I know its called door host, but on dat night e door host was a bloody lady so thus e change of host to bitch all right pple? E 1st door bitch was actually ok, but e one whom issued e drinks coupons is such a 1st class Grade A* @#$%$%^!!!
As we all know, most clubs like to take advantage of e eve of a PH to double or jack up e prices of their cover charge. And coincidentally e eve of deepavali falls on a Wed night. N the place that I’m heading for e night, their ladies night is on every Wed. So dayS before, I actually asked a gd fren of mine to email e management to asked if e ladies night privilege still apply for dat night. Amazingly they said YES! So u can imagine how wide my smile is when I hear dat piece of news.
We started Q-ing at 1045pm or so... e Q was already so so damn damn long! After Q-ing for what seems like ages, we still get to e entrance. Then...!!!! !!!! !!!! E door bitch then told us, “Ladies still get to enter for free but guys are either by invitation or guest list. So how, do u want to enter or exit?”
What the bloody hell!! And what a silly dumb qn. Does she actually think I’m gonna exit after Q-ing for ages? But ofcos.., there’s still e rest of my frens n their bf in the picture. Sigh... it’s gonna be a veryvery long night, I thought to myself.
Unwillingly e guys have to exit. N my gfs whose bf couldn’t get in also decide to exit. So much for my fun-filled night! I was thinking to myself, why didn’t they include this in e reply email back as well? Fuckity fuckity fuck! And amongst all e mini chaos, e bitch who was supposed to be issuing e drinks coupons didn’t issued dem to any of us. There are abt 5-6 of us girls. Thinking that she may have already passed it to one of my gfs, I head on in. Only after inside did I realise dat we didn’t freaking rcvd any coupons.
Bloody hell! It was supposed to be a ladies night n e drinks are part of e privilege. So my gf n me went outside n ask e 2nd door bitch. She claims she already pass to one of e girls. I head back in n ask my gfs... none of them rcvd anything. I went back outside again. She then says
“u calls all of the girls to come here, I recognise whom I pass e coupons to.“
I must say, I’m impressed dat she cud recognise all e faces that she gave out the coupons to. All of e hundreds who came! Gd memory eh for a door bitch who gave coupons to e tonnes of girls dat came dat night.
And for e fact that my fren’s bf couldn’t get in, they decide not to stay at e said club. We then brainstorm on where to go. Wanted to go Zouk cos another fren of mine was also celebrating his bday der. But was told, it was jam-packed to e max. N e silly Yours Truly over here didn’t have the foresight to ask for e num of dat fren! So Zouk was a no-no.
Some of us suggest why not head to MOS... Bound to be happening n drinks are 1-for-1... althou not as much as the above-mentioned-guys-only-invitation-club, but still... rather den zilch. But again... my fren who’s on e down side of e ATM on dat nite, MOS had to be strike out.
We had no choice but to cancel out another 2 of e most happening hotspot on dat nite. We decide to go to another hotspot which is located near e Durian. When we called them up to ask abt drinks/cover charges/events... the staff mentioned there’s not much of a crowd over there. But she also didn’t mention dat over there it’s a RETRO night. Perhaps it cud have slip off e staff mind yea? Wth! Tell me pple, how to dance?! But nvm, it’s ok, since e free flow of vodka makes up for it. Hee
So when we reach there, there was barely a handful. Less than 20 of them definitely, and this is of course excluding e staffs. So as the night pass along, more n more clubbers throng in. And the DJ on duty has no choice but to switch from retro to hip-hop/rnb... awesome isn’t it? So we had a ball of a time. At least I know I do. I can’t say the same for e rest of my friends. N I get to drink this pitcher of I-don’t-know-what which is full to e brim all by myself. And the best part is I dun even noe what e hell is dat drink. I do know, it consists of whisky, red bull.
N seems like e alcohol level is quite high cos I was a little too tipsy by e end of e clubbing session. I didn’t even finish up that pitcher, i only drank like ¼ of it. Almost ½ maybe. Oh n yea... for the first time in my 20 yrs of living i tried duck satay!!!!!!! @#$%^&&!!!! I don’t wanna elaborate much on e satay stuff.
At the end of it, it’s only me n Sheila are the ones left standing all e way till in e cab.
Yours truly will post up her next posting of the reunion of SQS.
