By mid-week, I seriously needed a drink. It was beyond craving for one. NEEDED TO DRINK. Go spell desperate. Anything to knock me out cold from having to deal with my stark pathetic dirty hostel room.
Surprisingly, I was open to the idea of hanging out with the fellow colleagues. I'd loved to hang out at Laundry. But I don't think it's their scene. Heeee. They're very young in this nightlife thing. :p I'll save Laundry for the evening with the friends. So I just went with whatever venue they suggested. I wasn't exactly dressed for clubbing, so I definitely didn't want to go to anywhere fancy.
We ended up downtown in a not-too-noisy bar with a not very good band playing Top 40s and current bubblegum hits. So while you peeps at home rocked out to Muse at Fort Canning, I stuck in the earplugs to listen to the band bumble through their playlist. Points for trying lah. They tried a couple of rock numbers, but wah lau, super fail lah. I didn't really care. I just wanted a drink. I was very focused wanting single malt whisky. The bar stocked Glenlivet 12 y.o at RM$21 per glass. The bartender decided to be nice and gave me 1.5 shots instead of the usual single shot in each serving. WOOTS.
I can't for the life of me imagine how I was able to dance to the songs the band was playing. But I wanted to jump about a little and just hang loose. To my great surprise, the colleagues joined in! Best.
8 glasses and 3 hours later, everything felt alright again. We were a giggly bunch stumbling back to the hostel at 2am. We felt almost guilty for breaking the midnight curfew! WAHAHAHAH. It was amazing how we could all make the 7.30am roll call.