Disaster

Suba, at Millenia walk, was filled with yuppies, and so crowded we couldn't find seats. We then tried Paulaner. Full, too. DXO was deemed sucky by popular vote, and MoMo was out cause Weeli didn't want to club. The Balcony was then chosen, and Dekang drove us there.

After having our IDs checked at the entrance of The Balcony, we were admitted into another yuppie-filled bar - except that this time, unlike Suba, there was NO music. We sat around a Jacuzzi that seemed to serve no obvious purpose apart from occasionally emitting whiffs of vomit-smells. Against my better judgement, I agreed to have a share in 2 jugs of house-pour instead of trying a Guiness Draught. Total wallet damage came up to $13 per person, and there were 6 of us. Drinks were mediocre at best, and the lack of music really irked me. The vomit problem was solved by moving to a cluster of window-side seats.

I was hungry half the time, and didn't really enjoy myself. Daryl tried unsuccssfully to order a Submarine cause, well, they changed the menu, so the great tasting Submarine I had during my last visit to the Balcony was now, unfortunately, unavailable. Now, how bloody difficult is it to make a Submarine?! You have the tequila, you have beer, you have a beer mug, and a shot glass can't be hard to find cause they serve shooters .. so .. WTH?! We left.

Next stop, The Labyrinth, a pub near park lane that Daryl says is good. Made a pit stop at the indian coffeeshop beside the place where I had a $5 mutton mutabak - or at least that was what I ordered, though any mutton present must have been both invisible and tasteless.

The Labyrinth was a cosy little place with Hoegaarden on tap. But, we arrived at 2:40am and their closing time was ... 3am. Great. Daryl had a tequila pop, Jia an a test-tube baby, and me, half a pint of good ol Hoegaarden. Sigh. Ending the night with a good beer really made everything slightly better.

TOMORROW. Tomorrow, the quest for a night of good drinking continues, after an afternoon session of blading in ECP, and a grease-aplenty dinner at Billy Bombers. Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow, the gods of wine, beer, and all drinks alcoholic will get their satisfaction.