Oh what a night!
Was at Vivo City walking around yesterday when I saw Him from afar. Turned to face the other way in hope he didn't see me. I don't know if he did, but it turns out, he ended up going into the German bar & restaurant we had originally intended to dine at. In the end, I decided that it was best to change dinner venue. I don't think I could bear another one of those awkward face-to-face moments (especially after that encounter at Mambo). Sigh. How'd we go from being almost labelled the "new sticky pus" to the present state of affairs?
Anyway, the night moved on....
Ended up in Ching-Chong Dragonfly rather grudgingly; only cuz I was with Tyng, and her colleagues were parked in Ching-Chong Dragonfly. My second time in there (the previous lasted a grand total of 15 mins), but I ended up staying for about an hour this time. Got upclose and personal with the happenings on stage and noted the following:
1. The China gal backup dancers look better from afar.
2. The sweaty, seemingly cute male dancers look better from afar.
3. Sylvester is waaay scrawny and his tattoos are damn UGLY! He can't sing either. I wonder how he made it that far in Singapore Idol :S
4. Stay an arm's length from overzealous fans of Sly & this other K-pop idol look-alike. They stomp on toes (i.e. MINE) and they record the dude’s entire set on either their handphones or cameras. They also let out blood-curdling screams when the K-pop idol look-alike whipped off his shirt, even though his bod was nothing to shout about :S
5. I FINALLY got a glimpse of William Scorpion. Damn HIAO for an old man, but I must say he looks waaay younger for his age. Must be Botox :P
On the smoking ban…
I actually thought it great that I might not have to wash my smoked-filled hair after the night out (the only time I didn’t have to do that was in winter in NYC. Singapore took 2.5 years to catch up). BUT…if you go in the company of smoker friends, the ban is as good as redundant; only cuz you eventually end up going with them into the smoking rooms. WHY?? Because… One gets chatted up (by an Indian nonetheless) in Ching-Chong Dragonfly while waiting for the rest to finish up their smokes! :SS So I learn…
Was seriously contemplating doing a Cinderella if not for the fact that Tyng suggested that we head to the Bellini room and open her bottle of Moet. YAY! :D MUCH MUCH better! Though Dylan Foster wasn’t so hot that night - he was wearing specs :S
This takes the cake...
But the most CMI incident of the entire night had got to be this loser that tried to ask me for my number. In the first place, he looked like he belonged in Ching-Chong Dragonfly and not the Bellini room. The weirdo stood really close to me even though there’s was so much space around the bar counter. When I happened to turn in his direction, the following conversation ensues:
“Can I be your friend?”
“No”
“Can I have your number?” (Like which part of NO did he not understand? :S)
“NO”
*The loser now whips out what looks like a namecard*
“Can I give you my number?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO”
The loser goes away. (Note: Momentary relief)
By this time, Tyng’s friend had come back from the washroom and she also complained that some dude tried to hit on her on the way back. But before she completed her story, she got us to adjourn to the smoking room. While in the smoking room, we resume to bitch about the losers who’d tried to chat us up. Just as I was relating my experience, the loser walks into the room. OMG!!! We then find out that it’s the same dude who hit on her outside the washroom! He came up and asked again, “Can I have your number?” - don’t know who it was directed at. But we all replied with a unanimous “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Well, that was the last we saw of the loser. It was almost stalker-like!!
Having had enough of the eventful night, we left around 1-ish. Geez.