July 29, 2006
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Dammit, my alcohol tolerance level is too high for my liking. I would rather be sound asleep than blogging four hours after binging on a jug of vodka orange and two beers. It was supposed to be a bash for my school, but by the looks of it, I guess it was a party organised by external people for various groups. There was supposed to be no one else from my OG interested, but all that changed after we were crowned the best OG.
The queue was obscenely long to begin with, I wonder if they took a leaf out of MOS’ book, lest we forget, their general manager was fired for employing this tactic. I could not believe that the first level did not serve any alcoholic drinks and that made me irritable so I gathered a few people and headed to the second level. Simple equation at clubs: hot chicks + alcohol + cigarettes + dancing = fun. It seems like an unwritten rule that everytime one goes clubbing with a group of people he/she does not know that well, someone will get drunk on relatively and this was no exception as our female OGL KOed after half a jug of vodka orange. The highlight of the night was the fight that broke out on level one. Some poor chap had his ass handed to him on a platter by a tough guy who dished out a few lefts and rights and even landed a boot or two for good measure. Everyone thought he would cap it all when he dragged a metal chair over but it turned out that he just placed it in from of his victim and sat there taunting.
The dance floor was absolutely packed and felt like an oven. I bailed after a while and gorged on Mee Goreng and Hor Fun before heading back to send the girls home. What the hell? Why do the stalls at Gluttons’ Bay close so early? Really disappointing but that was not the only disappointment for the night…
