Weekday Blowout

Singaporeans live for their holidays. When the new year begins, we receive emails that tell us how to plan our company leave to maximise the time we can spend away from work. From 14 days of leave, we can end up at home in front of the tv or abroad on a beach for 33 days with correct planning and swift approvals. Or something like that.

In that vein, we also know how to party on the eve of a weekday holiday. Wednesday 30 May, the eve of Vesak Day was no exception.

The evening undid itself like this:
- Having left the office at about 8pm, my colleagues and I went to visit Lah Moh and her new canine acquisition Tommy Vuitton Poodle. He is adorable despite looking like a brown furry I-Dog. Cute.

- We had dinner at Zion Rd market.

- We proceeded to unwind at TCC with cake and coffee. We sure love to hang out!

- That night was also Kim's last night to party in Singapore. She had wanted us to croon her with Air Supply songs till we all died from too much 70s mush. I kept receiving calls and SMS imploring me to make my presence before the microphones. So I went at midnight (the driver in the taxi was already singing! freaky!). The madness was in full swing when I arrived.

- We sang at Maxwell till 3am before scooting off to Mambo at Zouk. Mambo happens on Wednesdays and the young and some old folks flock to Zouk to party down with 80s beats and pop treats. At 3am, the place was packed! No one goes home anymore, apparently. So four of us made up to the members' area (complements of Furqan) and schmoozed, clincked glasses and worked the tushies. The party ended at 5am on the inside. As with all Mambos, the crowd shifted outside to hang and spill onto the roads. It's funny to watch the semi-drunk flag taxis.

For the first time in many, many months on a weekday, I slept at 6am. A night well spent, I'd say.