ECP BBQ

I can't remember the last time I was at East Coast Park for a barbeque, especially on a weeknight. Last Friday I was asked by the interactive folks at my office to join them in an evening of conversation, charcoal and chicken. One of the chiefs at the helm was Regina, pictured here in here cutesy-Japanesey, mood-lighted, Hi-hi Puffy Amiyumi pose. (She likes pink by the way).

We took a bus to ECP, such was the extent of planning, down to the 4 wheels. The contingent took photos and chit-chatted like a truckload of tourists on their visit to the zoo. We braved peak hour traffic to arrive at Carpark D at about 7pm. I was the sea. Blue, serene, dotted with light-stars from ships anchored in the straits. Wow. (Which reminds me I need to live near the sea).

So my trudged off to Pit44 to begin the evening's proceedings. The wind howled like it was werewolf in heat (ok, bad simile). That made it hard to get the fire started and human shields were required. Once the flames were calm and ambers glowing hot, we threw on the meat and kicked into munch mode. Satay, hot dogs, chicken breasts, mushrooms, cheesy mushrooms, meat mushroom balls, chicken bacon, squid, sambal stingray and other things.



Chips, crackers, beers and Absolut. Goodness. And apparently, the meat and necessary accessories came in boxes, ordered from a store. But we ran out of margarine quickly. There was a great deal of aluminium foil though. And we had to get the late arrivals to bring stuff, like mesh and ice. Well and hmmm.

So we talked and gawked, and went to the beach. The night ended with us spooking ourselves to bits by telling real-life supernatural experiences, as is required at any Singaporean barbeque. Must have been the full moon.