It’s Friday night again and I’ve been looking forward to it the whole week. I secretly planned for the 2 birthday boys to go out horizontally. But one was catching a 4am bus to M’sia, and the other just refused to go down. He vomitted, he leaned on Hubert’s shoulder, but he still stood up after every drink I pushed in his face. The 2 lamboghinis I ordered for them refused to light up. I think we must go to DGF next time it’s somebody’s birthday cos they use bunsen burners there instead of lighters. Lighters can’t do the job with their luminous flame, no matter how big.
We opened a fucking cannon but by 130am, our tables were dry. I don’t know how many people were there actually at our table, and I don’t know how 3 litres of Martell disappeared so fast. Hoe and I opened another 4th litre, but it was gone just as fast. "Who stole the cookie from the cookie pot? Who me? Yes you. Couldn’t be. Then who?"
I saw courage, I saw promiscuity, I saw chivalry, I saw obesity fashion, I saw cheapskates, I saw big spenders, I saw soft porn look-alike scenes, I saw people who had too much self confidence, I saw people who brought their mothers to the club….all in one night. I saw.
When the live band sang the song we all knew too well, the crowd reached an all time high with everybody’s hands up in the air. He came over and shouted in my ear. And I was reminded, of the tragic-ness, of the friendship that only echoes in our mind now. I saw the tears welling, and I quickly put my hand over his shoulder. The lead singer kept speaking in cantonese, refusing to sing the song proper. I couldn’t understand much, but I knew he wanted us to promise we’ll sing the loudest our voicebox allowed us to. When it was time for the last chorus, everybody stopped playing and he held his microphone high up above the crowd. I swear I sang the loudest, at the same time hugging both Aw and Hanlin. My body jerked for air in between sobs as my tears dropped on Aw’s crispy shirt.
