The Cowboy Guessing Game At Hideout

Ok, I’m going to admit it now.
Yes, I was at Hideout on Friday with brown, miyagi and…… another bloggerwhoshallnotbenamed. Brown did not mention this in his post, because we told him that mum’s the word.
I didn’t know we were going there. Miyagi just sms’ed and said “Tonight go chiong”, to which I replied “wtf, chiong?” because you know miyagi is so old already and oldpipple do not go choing because the next day they will suffer like mad. And I am also old oledi. But then the other blogger whoshallnotbenamed came over to my place at around 10pm, and before we knew it, we were at Hideout by 11pm.
We had a bit of trouble finding the place, because Miyagi (age is catching up with him) couldn’t really remember where it was. But when we finally got there, Belinda the Boss was delighted to see his eminence.
Hideout was nice. The deco was great. The seats were comfortable. The drinks were priced reasonably. The crowd was eclectic. There was a Dj spinning pretty good shite. And the service was excellent. This is the kinda place we could use for BloggerNites (18 and above only).
Belinda asked what we would like to drink (sans the ah kua cocktails) and thus came my first mistake - I asked for a ‘black label with soda’. Then she asked if we would rather have cocktails and I made my second mistake by saying “None of that ah kua cocktail shite for us”.
Then Belinda, who besides being the Boss, also Blogs - started talking about blogging. And when she mentioned Wordpress, I mentioned that I thought it was da bomb although I had confessed not 10 minutes ago that I did not have a blog.
So Belinda, who apart from being the Boss, is also rather Brilliant kinda figured out who I was, and coyly said, “bla bla bla, right Cowboy Caleb?”.
For the rest of the night, I played the part of the dumb, innocent and ignorant bloke. No thanks to Miyagi the asshat who kept trying to give the game away. I’m a gonna git him. I felt rather uncomfortable the rest of the night with the cat out of the bag.
Belinda, if you’re reading this, congratulations - you were right. So now that you know who I am, please don’t tell anybody ok? If anybody asks for directions like short, tall, fat, slim, black label, cognac - please don’t answer. I want to hang out more in your club, and I want to do it anonymously instead of as Cowboy Caleb. I hope you’ll do this as a favour to me.
Oh and Belinda, apart from being the Boss, I think you’re a bloody good Bellydancer as well. I sure as hell had to take a cold shower after I got home from watching your gyrations.
See ya soon!

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