So much for a quiet Tuesday night. Luke, Bomber, Roger and I headed to Balaclava for a drink or two after work. It all started to go wrong when we arrived in the midst of happy hour (buy one, get one free) and realised that for one diet coke it cost $8 SING, versus $11 SING for two whisky and sodas. Economics got the better of me. With a cheesy Carpenters cover band playing in the background and an ever efficient waitress, whom Dave kept calling 'Ling Ling' (her real name was Cassandra), things started to unravel. Luke, who was trying to save money after his Monday night $300 SING eight course Japanese meal, didn't even have a Coke, but hung around in the hopes that he may pick up a juicy tit-bit of gossip after we'd had a drink or two. He eventually left us at 11pm in search of food, but not before he had educated us in the concepts of Sarong Party Girls (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarong_Party_Girl) and the infamous Thai Lady Boys. Apparently more than a few unsuspecting foreigners have been caught out by the gorgeous.. um.. men.
As Balaclava started to wind down, we tottered off in search of a cab to head up to Orchard Road. We stopped first at the Orchard Road Harry's Bar for another couple of drinks and we were eventually kicked out at 2am, after much protesting from the 3 of us, as the sign on the door said 'Open til 5am'. Clearly our powers of persuasion were suitably diluted at this point as our arguments held little sway. After being shown the door, we stumbled around looking for a loo, while Dave started asking strangers where the lady boys were and Roger was in search of a casino. As if we hadn't spent enough cash at this point. Final tally the next morning was $712 SING between three. Still not ready to go home, we headed for the infamous Crazy Horse at the top of 'four floors' in Orchard Towers. After ascerytaining that both the clientele and entertainment were of the seady variety, we decided to leave and headed down a floor or two to Epanema. Slightly more respectable than the 4th floor, I still had a good chuckle at some sad old American men who were trying to boost their egos with 2 or 3 Asian women. I wasn't sure who to feel sorry for.
At about 2.45am, I decided to leave the guys to their fun, which included some pole dancing, Bombers power nap in loo, etc.. Roger has an ability to get into conversations with absolute strangers, who feel compelled to reveal the most arbitrary details of their lives to him. During a cab ride home, he found out that his taxi driver was a gang member and on ordering room service at 5.30am and engaging in a conversation with the room service person, who revealed that he slept on a single bunk bed with his brother and was dating an older Thai woman. I generally say thank you and sign the bill, but then that's just me.
As Balaclava started to wind down, we tottered off in search of a cab to head up to Orchard Road. We stopped first at the Orchard Road Harry's Bar for another couple of drinks and we were eventually kicked out at 2am, after much protesting from the 3 of us, as the sign on the door said 'Open til 5am'. Clearly our powers of persuasion were suitably diluted at this point as our arguments held little sway. After being shown the door, we stumbled around looking for a loo, while Dave started asking strangers where the lady boys were and Roger was in search of a casino. As if we hadn't spent enough cash at this point. Final tally the next morning was $712 SING between three. Still not ready to go home, we headed for the infamous Crazy Horse at the top of 'four floors' in Orchard Towers. After ascerytaining that both the clientele and entertainment were of the seady variety, we decided to leave and headed down a floor or two to Epanema. Slightly more respectable than the 4th floor, I still had a good chuckle at some sad old American men who were trying to boost their egos with 2 or 3 Asian women. I wasn't sure who to feel sorry for.
At about 2.45am, I decided to leave the guys to their fun, which included some pole dancing, Bombers power nap in loo, etc.. Roger has an ability to get into conversations with absolute strangers, who feel compelled to reveal the most arbitrary details of their lives to him. During a cab ride home, he found out that his taxi driver was a gang member and on ordering room service at 5.30am and engaging in a conversation with the room service person, who revealed that he slept on a single bunk bed with his brother and was dating an older Thai woman. I generally say thank you and sign the bill, but then that's just me.
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