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A Wicked Night Out
It’s 4.45am in the morning. I’ve just got home.
TJ calls me at 9pm raving about how the plane was about to land and then did a full thrust upwards at a 60% angle which threw everybody onboard into a panic.
At 9.45pm, I meet TJ in the lobby of the Pan Pacific hotel. We proceed to Sisha at Arab Street for dinner because I ran out of ideas. Over dinner, TJ proceeds to describe his crazy ex-wife who is still haressing him to the point that the police have signed him up into a Male Victim group. Also proclaims gladly that he is marrying his Azari girlfriend in June, so would you like to come to London for the wedding and everything.
At 12.30am, the tribe (Angrybeaver and SD) arrive to pick TJ and I up. They were earlier screaming in rapture at a pub in Changi Village watching the Man Yoo vs Liverpool match. We head over to East Coast beach to grab a few beers at a pub. I lost track of the number of beers we had. Anyway we sat there until they closed at 3am. The waitress said in a very sarcastic tone “Enjoy your drink, sirs”.
We were all quite high by then and were giggling at every single little stupid thing. We headed back to Geylang so TJ could see the underground Chinatown - an assortment of incredibly beautiful chinese streetwalker whores who are mostly grad students in singapore that supplement their allowance by protituting themselves. But anti-vice must have been active because underground chinatown was no where to be seen.
SD was also feeling the effects of the beer, and was driving erratically. He turned into a few one-way streets, couldnt maintain his distance from cars ahead and basically swayed all over the road.
Disappointed, we headed over to Bendemeer and had supper at an indian coffee shop. The main discussion was increasing tax efficiency and moving money about so auditors won’t catch your hand in the cookie jar.
Finally at about 4am, we sent TJ back to his hotel and we all went home.
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