The Hong Kongers really like to party.
Right after they arrived in Singapore and checked into fancy Ritz, I got a call from Jeff to meet them for Mexicana food at Clarke Quay.
"What's it called?" I asked, to which he replied "I don't know, you know the one along the river? I don't know the name." I was like "Well, they are all along the river..." but it's futile to discuss with someone who has never actually been there and the conversation ended with "Just look for the one with Mexican food okay?". My dorky Jeff.
I got there early and walked from one end to the other and ended up standing on the bridge and dialling his Hong Kong cell number to ask him where he was.
It turned out that he meant Cafe Iguana, but it was fully booked and we would have to wait an hour and a half for a table. So the whole gang of seven stumbled into Quayside Seafood Restaurant and ate up a 7-course feast amounting to $400++. Thankfully it was all chargeable as travel expense under the company Amex, so it was a guilt-free meal.
We were all so stuffed after dinner that we had to walk it off, so we wandered around The Cannery looking for an outdoor table but it seemed half of Singapore was there and we finally settled for Fashion Bar. Tres chic!
The DJ was spinning this dance track that sounded like "Bloomberg Anywhere" and we all had a laugh about how this should be our anthem every morning in the office. 4 rounds of drinks and it was only 10:30...
Next stop was MOS. Seriously overcrowded but one of them had booked a table and we were determined to have crazy fun and danced in oblivion. Jeff got a leeeetle tipsy and crashed out on one of the hanging chairs in 54, and we left him for over an hour while we hopped on to Pure.
It was past 2 when we decided to move on to The Clinic, which was disappointing and a waste of time. We spent all of 5 minutes on the dance floor looking around in bewilderment before making a quick exit. We then wandered into #1 Nite Stand and Forbidden City but didn't stay for long in both places either.
They (the Hong Kongers) decided to go back to MOS, and we (the Singaporeans) dutifully followed, although we were thoroughly exhausted and ready to call it a night, but this was payback time for the royal treatment they gave us in Hong Kong.
MOS was even more crowded than it was when we left. We walked into two parties on the verge of a fist fight, a girl who was so wasted she hung on the arms of her helpless boyfriend, lots of kids who looked too young to be out this late unsupervised... it was an ugly decadent mess. It was getting to the point of a lack of oxygen in the room, so we wisely left and headed for supper.
The final stop for the night was the famous Boon Tong Kee chicken rice stall at Balestier, and I suprised myself with how much I could still eat at 4 in the morning.
Needless to say, I was so worn out from the night out I spent my entire Sunday sleeping and reading my book.
What a night, what a night.
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