- CLUBBING ALONE PART 1 -
Here it goes. I never thought someone could go club alone, because I always thought that it was sad to have to do so. Going out for a night out alone somehow places the person in a vulnerable position or to put it bluntly, makes the person look desperate and anti-social. (why no friends?) However, I shocked myself recently (& some other people) by deciding why not, just go and try it for once.
:: Sunday - May 6th ::
Patrick's wedding. Lovely dinner, had lots of good food, good conversation with the Chan family (H.M & Dawn). After it ended, everyone seemed to disappear. Betty was gone with Joe G, Pat, I think she took a ride from someone too. Anyway, the hotel area suddenly became very empty, could not see anyone I knew.
I decided to take a cab home, so waited in line at the stairs area of Orchard hotel. There were two women beside me waiting too. The last one in line, I recognised as the photographer of that event. Started talking to her (tried to be friendly), and we made small talk.
I was feeling like I didn't want to go home so soon, and maybe Fate heard me. The woman behind me started to ask me about Boat Quay and whether it was safe for a woman to go alone. She had that Japanese accent, then again it may have been Korean, I can't really tell them apart anyway.
So I started acting like a guide (occupational hazard), told her Clarke Quay was better in choice as Boat Quay was filled more with seafood restaurants. Then again it was a Sunday night, it may not be happening at all at either of these places.
Then, I OFFERED to go with her if she wanted.
Haha. Impulsive nature of mine again. I guessed she was a bit freaked out and she said she was going there tomorrow with her friends. Probably, she was thinking I was trying to hit on her or something (lol. lesbianism). Hmm, then I was thinking why ask me about going alone there in the first place?
Well, since she did not take up the offer, I told myself I could go there if I wanted. And I knew a superb place which I always felt so at home when I was there with friends. Though the situation was a bit different then (being alone now),I somehow felt I could still survive there.
So I went to CRAZY ELEPHANT.
The whole stretch of Clarke Quay was so quiet. But when I reached the end, I knew I made the right choice! The noise from CE filled my soul and I know I was ready to rock & roll!
Well, actually this place is a sit down, chill out place, really no dance floor or anything. So in my dress (which I wore to the wedding), I spoke to the waitress and got a seat which had a good view of the stage. It was jamming night and different people were up to perform good ol' rock & rock.
It was weird at first but after that I sort of settled down. Good thing when I have a drink and many sticks with me. Hoho. Perfect.
I met this guy from Canada, nice gentleman (forgot his name!) as we were sharing the table. Heard he performs there too, but never got to see him perform that night with his guitar. Anyway, saw John, spoke to him when he came over to speak with that guy.
After a while, I was alone again because the Canadian went out for some fresh air (I suspect it must have been the fags that got to him).
And then this was when my nightmare began.
A group of Chinese guys came in and sat at the table in front left of mine. One of them I think was getting a bit too high and started to come talk to me. At first he was just asking about where the toilet was, then he asked whether I wanted to be his friend.
Really, I was in no mood at that time. I have to admit R was an issue at that point of time too. So I said no. But that guy just didn't want to leave. He moved right to my table with his beer. I was trying to be as gentle as possible, even allowing him to take 1 of my sticks. I can't remember how long it lasted but I was glad when he stood up to leave (because his friends were asking him to go with them)
Obviously, I was wrong when I thought it had ended.
In slow motion, I watched as the glass of beer he had brought over to my table, fell onto the floor when his hand hit it. Goodness, I thought the glass would break (actually, I WANTED it to break, was waiting), but it didn't.
Kudos to Crazy Elephant for having un-breakable glasses.
I could not be bothered to pick up the glass (though unbroken but I was too lazy to move from the high chair, with my flair dress and all). Anyway, this ang-moh came and picked it up and put it on another table. Then he smiled at me.
I smiled too. But really, it was only because I was so glad it was not my ERDINGER that fell over. I would kill to protect my darling ERDINGER.
Haha. Anyway, the jamming ended about 1215hrs and I knew it was time to go home, because Juke Box time meant soft lovely music and many people talking around me. Being alone then would suck because nothing was there to entertain, and definately, I did not want to send the wrong signal to wrong people (think what happened like 10 mins ago - hint *CHINESE). Too weird to sit and drink alone.
Went to John again (he was at the stage keeping some stuff) and said goodbye. He shook my hand & I felt so business-like.
Lovely. John is so gentleman too.
Went home, happy I had a first time experience in going out alone. Haha.
Part 2 the next time.
