Hangover From Hell

Notice a similar theme cropping up...

Was out again last night with Arlene, Daniel, who came to see me sing. Danny came along soon after and the surprise show of the night was Nicole. We went to Thumper (where else, with this crowd) and had a hard time getting in. The door bitch wouldn't let us in without paying cover, and the guard wouldn't let us in the VIP room, even though I've always partied in there. Anyway, managed to call someone to get us in and we finally got the night under way.

They started plying me with Chivas, McCallan, and other whiskeys. I hate whiskey with a vengeance, and not cos they give me a hangover. I will only touch the good shit, and trust me after you've had the good stuff, you can never drink JD, Chivas, or 12 year old malt again.

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(This is where I left the post to do some serious porcelain goddess worshipping)

I keep saying I'm never gonna drink whiskey / scotch again. Honestly, I didn't have that much to drink and I've done more, but the hangover was hell. I couldn't keep any food down till I had my charcoal pills. After that, life just went along merrily... with the aside over... back to the night's story!
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The whole world and his brother was there at Thumper Friday night. Alan and Ed were there, and they were grilling this Japanese girl about selling underwear, schoolgirl uniforms and other sex related stuff. Sad gits. :)

As the night progressed and we got happier, I started talking very loudly, in various accents, but mainly a Scottish one (seeing as Arlene's from there, and we're drinking Scottish Malt Whiskey). I think I embarrassed myself enough in front of everyone, but they were kind enough to tell me I was charming but hilarious.

Danny got hit on by this chick Nicole had met a week ago. Now she was attempting an accent as well, but it was so inconsistent - you know it's fake. Poor Danny had to fend her off, and I don't think she was getting the hints from me and Arlene!

Somehow, I got dragged off to Velvet at 3am, but when we got there, the place was starting to empty out. I protested, and found another drink placed in my hands. Trying to escape from the cadre of the guys who dragged me there was fairly difficult, until they chucked us out of the place. I was going to get into a cab, when one of the guys got in with me. I thought he was going to be gallant and see me make it home safe, but he had other ideas. He tried getting me to go to his place, claiming that I was too drunk to make it home. I decided arguing was pointless and got the cab to drive to his place, and after that told the cabbie to make a run for my home! :) Sadly, I had to pay for the extra mileage but oh well. Better that than actually having to fend off any other advances.

Now that the story's told, I'm off to get stuff done for Chinese New Year and move on with Plan B.

Champagne Hangover

Funny thing about champagne - it doesn't matter how much or how little I have, it always gives me a headache and the runs the next day.

I was going to call it an early night last night after work (the coffee lounge was empty, I felt silly singing to no one). Then SMSes from Arlene and Daniel saying, we're at Thumper, come on over. So I thought, what the heck. One drink, then I'm outta there.

As usual, I'm having too good a time, and meeting new people to leave after one drink. I met two girls from the Crazy Horse cabaret, and I got on really well with Axelle, the french girl. I'd used my very rusty French on her as well, and amazingly was able to converse fairly well. Not fluent, but it wasn't bad either. In any case, we'd swapped numbers and agreed to meet up during the days to hang out and do stuff.

I am rather astounded at the fact that in the past few months of mad partying, I've managed to swap more numbers with girls than I have with guys. What does that say about the state of guys here?

Anyway, January is the month of homecoming! My friends are all coming back to Singapore for a visit - I'm really excited, and can't wait to see them again! Ian's back in town already for 3 weeks - the poor bugger can't deal with the winter in UK. Jac will be back for a few days late Jan, and Liying, my bestest friend in Toronto, will be back for 2 months during Chinese New Year (CNY) with baby Jacob! Hooray!

Guess I'll have to cut the parties (my liver's thanking all of you) and spend quality time with my friends!!!

New Year Party

I had to work New Year's Eve, and I wasn't a happy camper, but I accepted that as the lot of a "lounge singer" as my friends call me nowadays. I had called around to see where I could head to after work, but apparently all my friends were lightweights and had left or were leaving by the time I called (it was only 1am, by the way!!!)

Anyway, I decided that (1) since we hadn't gotten together for our traditional Christmas / New Year's party and (2) I had tons of wine and booze left over, I would host a New Year Party at mine on my day off (2nd Jan).

I've just come off that party and I had a great time. I've hoarded a few bottles of wine but never had the chance to open them until tonight. Finally, I got to drink them. Nothing like friends and good company to enjoy the good wines that I got.

The shocker is that one of my good friends had broken up with her boyfriend on New Year's Eve. I thought they were happy, she thought they were happy, but apparently he didn't. I'm simply amazed and just a little flabbergasted. I thought they would be issuing wedding invitations in 2006, but apparently this was not to be!!! It just brings me back to my ex and thinking about our relationship, if you can call it that at all. I guess it just brings home the fact that you can't trust what you see, and that nothing really is for the long haul. Call me cynical, but that's how I feel after all my experiences.

Anyway... I realise that it's 2006 and that I haven't really made any New Year's Resolutions...

Here's a few that I really hope to make come true this year:

1. Get a job that pays well so that I can save money and move to Canada / US / London (which ever country will have me)

2. Get out of Singapore

3. Ski

4. Meet new people and maybe meet The One

5. Write original songs and get a recording contract.

I'll leave you to figure out which ones are real and which ones are fantasy... So if you're reading this... I've tagged you - what are YOUR top 5 resolutions for the year?