Following our separate adventures on Saturday, Nick and I both arrived
back at the flat at around 3 in the afternoon. Whilst he had some gaming that
he wanted to get done, I was struggling from my 6am accidental wake up, so I settled
down for little mid-afternoon nap. Heavenly!
Sadly I only slept for
around ten minutes before Nick got a call that woke me up. Our friends Liv and
Flash have just moved into a new flat less than a minute away from us, and so
to celebrate them getting the last box of personal possessions through the
front door we decided it was only right that we should take them out for a beer
to welcome them to the area.
In essence this was a
fine plan. The intention was to go for a couple of beers and then maybe have
dinner somewhere close to home before headed back to the flat to catch up on
sleep and drink tea. Somewhere along the way the one or two beers turned into
three or four. Our dinner plans took us into Little India to a French style restaurant
where our friend Farrant joined us and we passed a rather merry few hours
chatting, drinking and scoffing a lot of very tasty food.
Then, just when I thought
we would be safe and homeward bound, I found myself being bundled into a taxi
and on my way to Club Street where there was a huge Heineken sponsored street
festival taking place. The rest of our night passed on the balcony of one of
the bars, watching a large chunk of the Singapore expat community drink
themselves silly. Nick and I escaped unharmed at 1am, but I dread to think how
the rest of night unfolded for Liv, Flash and Farrant.
No comments:
Post a Comment