toto's birthday/traffic jam/dave's birthday party
I'm no good with words. Cos if I were, I'd be able to sum up yesterday's events in one brief, succint, eye-catching title. But I'm not, so bear with this one lah.
She had to leave sooner than expected, so it was just Jem, Lari and myself left debating among ourselves over whether or not to change out for the party tonight. A li'l background info - Dave, Electrico's frontman, was throwing a birthday bash at Blue Jaz bar which had a uniform theme to it. Jem and Lari knew the band, so they got invites to the bash and tickets to the Traffic Jam street party that preceded it.
It was rather unfortunate that a class act like Electrico was the opening act, because the crowd was agonizingly sparse and low-energy. The hired hip hop dancers didn't help one bit. After Electrico we were feeling a bit bored, so we headed out to do some camwhoring. Thankfully, the crowd had swelled in numbers by the time we returned. There was this pretty okay band playing Jamaican music (I need things like these to remind myself occasionally just how much I enjoy the genre (:)
Jem and Lari made small talk with a number of people, (members of Electrico and their friends) each time opening with a little anecdote of how the security guard wouldn't believe Lari was over eighteen :/ For the most part, I was pretty psyched and dancing away. But halfway through Arrested Development's set (which was really long) fatigue crept in and we sat there, subdued and hoping for the set to end soon. So much for our youth..
After the party ended, those who were supposed to show up at the party scooted off, leaving us three poor souls in their wake. what's the meaning of this man. so we had to take bus to Blue Jaz Bar. Our costumed friends were all there and talking among themselves, essentially stonewalling us out =/ We sat ourselves down at a table with two other ladies. A bit of awkward silence followed. It was so darned difficult to connect with these people, all in their mid-to-late twenties. I tried to engage one of them in what was probably the most painful conversation I'd had in a while, before the two ladies wandered off to another table, relieving us of the tension but also of their company, which meant we were now well and properly isolated from the rest of the crowd. Well at least we had the table to ourselves (:
After a while of sitting there and wondering how on earth we would ever fit in, we wondered if we should just leave. It got better though. Electrico soon came, save for Daniel, who'd gotten piss-drunk back at Traffic Jam and had to call it a night. So did a lot of cross-dressers. At last count, there were two convent girls, one SCGS girl and a maid-only they were guys. I don't know how many more came to swell their ranks after we had left. There was a teacher too, complete with a huge metal ruler with which he spanked many a backside that night. And then out of the blue the maid (Benny) came over and lap-danced and humped me before dismounting and asked in genuine concern:
"Are you okay? Are you still a virgin?"
"Not any more!"
So that was more or less how the entire night went with the others as well. As Larissa so aptly put it, the three of us were getting "education". (:
As we were leaving the place, I overheard this parting shot: "When I saw them at the street party I thought they
were real students!"
Just like 364 days ago, the band (same people!) gathered to celebrate Tovya's birthday, this time it was at Changing Appetites. I got her this Stitch plushy that doubled as a set of speakers, which was an exceedingly cute concept! The music came out from his feet. Tov didn't seem as surprised this year that we were celebrating her birthday though!
We eventually decided to get changed, and soon Orchard Rd saw three figures clad in SC, MJ and RJ uniforms. I swear it was history in the making. We made perfectly convincing students, but our youthful exterior ensured that we wouldn't make it into the street party without an ID check first. And once we got in, I think we got heads turning. But I wasn't sure. Any last sliver of obscurity was soon taken away, however, when Daniel Sassoon pointed us out mid-performance.
After the party ended, those who were supposed to show up at the party scooted off, leaving us three poor souls in their wake. what's the meaning of this man. so we had to take bus to Blue Jaz Bar. Our costumed friends were all there and talking among themselves, essentially stonewalling us out =/ We sat ourselves down at a table with two other ladies. A bit of awkward silence followed. It was so darned difficult to connect with these people, all in their mid-to-late twenties. I tried to engage one of them in what was probably the most painful conversation I'd had in a while, before the two ladies wandered off to another table, relieving us of the tension but also of their company, which meant we were now well and properly isolated from the rest of the crowd. Well at least we had the table to ourselves (:After a while of sitting there and wondering how on earth we would ever fit in, we wondered if we should just leave. It got better though. Electrico soon came, save for Daniel, who'd gotten piss-drunk back at Traffic Jam and had to call it a night. So did a lot of cross-dressers. At last count, there were two convent girls, one SCGS girl and a maid-only they were guys. I don't know how many more came to swell their ranks after we had left. There was a teacher too, complete with a huge metal ruler with which he spanked many a backside that night. And then out of the blue the maid (Benny) came over and lap-danced and humped me before dismounting and asked in genuine concern:
"Are you okay? Are you still a virgin?"
"Not any more!"
So that was more or less how the entire night went with the others as well. As Larissa so aptly put it, the three of us were getting "education". (:
As we were leaving the place, I overheard this parting shot: "When I saw them at the street party I thought they
were real students!"
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