[LJ2ME] Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Some days ago, someone in the department organised a farewell celebration for an ex-colleague at Dbl O, pandering to the request of the VIP, an ingenue as innocent as they come, who wanted to experience "clubbing".
Naturally, I declined to join the youngsters. Not being a spoilsport here but just being practical. Even if my scintillating company was sorely missed and would have been welcome, I would have only served to be a wet blanket and dampener. "Can I go home yet?"
From accounts the morning after, they had fun. Which was good. But hearsay of the two-hour entry queue and their till-three jaunt made me secretly glad I had to prudence to opt out. As one of them let on, they were of the opinion that luckily I didn't go or I'd be "cursing and swearing".
Yes, not up my avenue and not my cup of tea. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I've been to a nightspot. Four. Once in a disco, Venom, only because the D&D of Tower Records was held there. Once in a club, Zirca, for the V Conference comedy show. Once in a pub, some watering hole with a live band in Boat Quay as a detour after another office gathering. Once in a bar, the one above Ya Kun in Tanjong Pagar, to entertain a visiting friend.
Yes, I'm not quite your social butterfly and party animal. Preferring more sedate and sedentary itineraries more suited to my years. Now if you asked me to count or list the number of times I've attended a show at The Esplanade, I'd need to think about that. And could I borrow your hands. And yours. You too. And you over here. You there, do you mind? How about you, Ma'am? Sir, would you please?
You know what they say about meat and poison.
Naturally, I declined to join the youngsters. Not being a spoilsport here but just being practical. Even if my scintillating company was sorely missed and would have been welcome, I would have only served to be a wet blanket and dampener. "Can I go home yet?"
From accounts the morning after, they had fun. Which was good. But hearsay of the two-hour entry queue and their till-three jaunt made me secretly glad I had to prudence to opt out. As one of them let on, they were of the opinion that luckily I didn't go or I'd be "cursing and swearing".
Yes, not up my avenue and not my cup of tea. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I've been to a nightspot. Four. Once in a disco, Venom, only because the D&D of Tower Records was held there. Once in a club, Zirca, for the V Conference comedy show. Once in a pub, some watering hole with a live band in Boat Quay as a detour after another office gathering. Once in a bar, the one above Ya Kun in Tanjong Pagar, to entertain a visiting friend.
Yes, I'm not quite your social butterfly and party animal. Preferring more sedate and sedentary itineraries more suited to my years. Now if you asked me to count or list the number of times I've attended a show at The Esplanade, I'd need to think about that. And could I borrow your hands. And yours. You too. And you over here. You there, do you mind? How about you, Ma'am? Sir, would you please?
You know what they say about meat and poison.