Friday Beach Party

4th August 2006

In all honesty, I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to agree to a night out with S. Firstly, the fact that it was a corporate function for a financial company would have set my alarm bells ringing, which in fact, it did. Next, there was the dubious fact that I needed to turn up only at 8.15pm on a Friday night. Alright, ok. I made myself go because I felt that I was getting a tad bit too hermetic, even for my own liking. Plus, I needed to make new friends anyway.

So there I was… waiting with S in front of Spizza at Harbourfront, wishing for the life of me that I hadn’t agreed to come. It was almost 9pm and her friend C had only just reached. Great… so there were supposed to be 5 of us and the 2 hosts. That makes it 7 people squeezed into a tiny car. God bless *dripping sarcasm*. It didn’t help that the ladies were all dressed up for a party, when all S said to me was, yeah, sandals are fine… when I specifically told her that I was going to wear a T-shirt and culottes. Oh well, I guess I knew the implied dress code for the beach party, but in my own way, simply refused to conform to it.

The trip into Sentosa went well, considering that the security guard merely waved us in despite being able to see us 6 ladies and our “pimp” (I am going to refer to C*****n as this henceforth) squeezed in the car. Tanjung Beach itself looked good. The live band was from Wala-wala at Holland V, so the quality was never in question. The bar didn’t stinge on the drinks. The bourbon tasted like bourbon… not some watered down version and they did indeed serve decent bubblies… (champagne).

By right, all should be fine and dandy, except for the sinking feeling in my stomach. I really really don’t enjoy social situations… urgh… I hate them in fact. My back was aching from sitting hunched over the PC for too many hours on end, I was very tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed to sleep.

Still, I was a good sport. I mingled around, met a couple of fund managers from all over, chatted people up… mostly with the men and boozed aplenty. I think I overdosed on the booze a little. I had maybe 2 bourbon cokes and several.. 5… or was it 6 glasses of champagne that night, way more than usual. I must have been high for I found myself being literally dragged to the dance area by the pimp. He kept stressing that humans are social creatures… and seriously, although I agree with that statement, I also know that humans must be comfortable before they can be sociable. Halfway through, my senses kicked in and I decided enough was enough. Dancing was not my thing… neither was the night life thingy.

Strangely enough, I had more conversations after that… with more men, again mostly fund managers and dealers. Go figure… anyway, most of them were pretty decent and could carry a conversation. I reckon things weren’t so bad…. Until I met E****d. Ugh. Now, that guy was a nightmare came true. Man, I was actually enjoying my conversation with this guy M**k on his job at U** when E****d came along with stinky fingers who tried to feel me up. Yikes!

Come on, it’s not as if he was a hunk. Personally, if I wasn’t so polite, I’d say he was a sorry looking sod. But there he was, with his thinly veiled propositions and sexual innuendoes. I rather think he was trying to get laid that night… Ugh.. distasteful to the extreme.

Still, I can be a class act when I choose to be. I simply pretended to be an idiot and not get his meaning.

All in all, it was a good night. It opened my eyes to a number of things which I had forgotten existed, simply because I kept away from it. And once realized… I know that I will keep away from such people even more.

As I did get home in the wee hours of the morning, my resolution to wake up early to go for a morning jog basically didn't work out. I didn't even wake up until 11am. even then it was to do a bit of my chores, buy my brunch and "plop"... back to bed I went. I finally managed to haul my ass back home in the late afternoon. Still, it wasn't all bad. I did drink a whole bottle of water before sleeping so I didn't suffer from too much of a hangover... merely an extended bout of sleepiness and a loose bladder. *hahaha*