Friday, 02 February 2006, 7:00 PM
It is Friday night indeed, only a couple of days after payday. My colleague friends and I thought of giving ourselves a booze so without batting an eyelash, we found ourselves walking our way to Chjimes. It is an ideal place for anyone who enjoys variety. Ironically, it's right across Good Shepherd church so for those who want to clean up before getting dirty again, this is the place to be. Anyways, it is just almost sunset so only few people can be found wandering. We roam around and see where we can stay until we settle ourselves to Carnaval Bar. They offer 1 for 1 from 5-9pm, to be enjoyed either by a family man who pretends having overtime at work or minors who sneak out before curfew. Or, it could also be for those who wants economy like we do.
We are the first customers. We skim through the menu and order ourselves a vodka-cranberry for a warm up. It tastes too light for me so I change mine to bourbon and then rum. Finally, I can feel the heat and the hit. My friends have other engagement after 9pm and I do not want to go home yet because the night is too young to leave. I am saved by an angel through my friend Mike who needs a company. So after I walk my friends' way out, I pick up my friend at Starbucks Raffles Place and we go back to Carnaval. I order another rum and Mike gets a halfpint of Tiger. We play several rounds of billiards. I attempt to ask the DJ to play more Robbie Williams songs after hearing Kids by Kylie Minogue and RW but he is not able to find any until we leave the place. To light up a bit before going home, we decided to go to Starbucks. I order for a tall cream-based caramel frappucino and Mike gets Java chip something. We chitchat for a while about his scheduled civil wedding on the 11th of Feb and their planned church wedding a year after.
Oh, wedding plans. Any plan is good unless your devilish or born little nicky. It gives us certain level of elation. But sometimes people just enjoy the plan itself, get attached to the idea, like planning a wedding. The pictorials, sending invitations, preparing souvenirs and all those stuff. Yes it is exciting, and worth looking forward to. And yes, I maybe one those stupids who think that way, for the time being. As I am having this thought in my mind, I translate it into words and slightly hurl it to Mike. I am a bit drunk so he understands, and he is honest to answer me that he is excited to prepare and to get married to the one he chose or maybe he gets chosen by. Now I wonder if he is really honest because like I said I am drunk and some memories get erased without notice. But I think he is. Or probably I better ask him again.
It is half-past 12mn and the cabs are nowhere to be found. Few party goers get lined up at the taxi bay near Starbucks so we smartly traverse somewhere where we can get a cab conveniently. Unfortunately, few people do the same thing. I guess some humans tend to become surprisingly smarter when on the street. Is it who they call street smart?
Anyways, literally speaking, Mike just call a cab call center (I forgot the term) to pick us up long before we realize that we can still possibly get a ride of a bus on the street behind my office. When our cab arrives, the driver asks us first where we are heading aside from asking Mike's name. The driver then tells us that it became a protocol for them to ask the passenger where to go before he gets them in because sometimes they get to pick up passenger of the same name as the one who call them up but going on a different place. When it happens according to him, he can't make them get off anymore since the meter is already running in place. See, even drivers get street smart. I guess they are the most street smart people on the street and on the world.
Finally, we are home! And the time is almost 1am.
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