The French Disco

alright alright alright... welcome to another of "Franky's drunken capsule" installment. Tonight on the menu, we have some interesting stuff. I was not sure if I was ever going to write about this but while I was waking up this morning, I kind of figured out that there was some funny stuff in there. I would not expect the un-expectable here... just another mindless night out. So sit tight, crack open a fresh one, light up, have an apple, whatever suites you and enjoy.

PS: I will also try to make this short since I have to go watch Batman with my flatmate. (yes I sometime do other stuff than working, swimming and drinking)

So here is how it all started. After a long long week in an office far far away where all the execs would be wondering around the floor and looking at our stuff, something very different was simmering on the french side of the company. When I first arrived to Singapore, I met some french guy who pretty much came in at the same time as I did. When he moved into his new condo, he threw a "house warming party". Back then we would have been about 20 in the team. The team was pretty much the party. Now, a year and a half later, it is the "house burning party". The team so big that I can not even remember every faces in the group. So, I was not going to miss this for all the frog legs in the world.

Here is a brief summary of the night.

1800: I jump into a taxi.

1805: I realize that the taxi driver is listening to WhiteSnake so I tell him to crank up the volume

1815: The cab driver and I are in a serious argument about the fact that Black Sabbath does not sing about suicide to kill the audience due to the fact that it is clearly a bad marketing technique but the dude does not want to understand. I mean, sure music influences your life but if you are stupid enough to take literally what a dude who signs about witches and drops 3 tabs of acid a day... I do not think that your were designed to transmit your genes to someone else.

1835: I find the condo and bump into 3 girls from work.

1836: We are wondering around a labyrinth of buildings.

1837: We find the pool

1845: I am drunk

1900: We are on a mission to light up the BBQ. I have about 1 kilogram of prawn and 2 squids to eat. I am excited!

1915: I am hungry.

1920: More people rock up to the party.

1940: I am drunk and hungry

2000: There are some Spanish dudes who are trying to make some sangria in a big bucket (roughly 6 bottles of wine)

2015: We are eating

2030: Everyone is drunk

2100: Everyone is allot drunker than I though. I also realize that what was a single pit party has now turned into a double pit party. There would have been 20-40 people there. I think that we scared off the neighbors

2130: My boss has the great idea that I am ready for a swim so he throws me in the water with my phone and 600$ in my wallet. (I guess that I was teasing him by standing bare feet in the pool)

2131: I am trying to drown my boss because I realize that my cigarettes are wet

2200: I am wandering bare feet with no shirts and a bottle of wine in my hand (you know that you have reached the ultimate drunken state by that time...)

2300: The security tells us that we need to get out of there since we are terrorizing the neighbors

2305: We help the french guy packing up and cleaning a bit

2330: I realized that one of my mate is awfully drunk. He is the type of quiet shy dude. Now he is walk dancing and grabbing the waist of some other co-worker... I am clearly impressed by is effort.

2345: Someone has the fantastic idea that we are going to Thai Disco (sounded like a good idea at the time...)

0000: We grab cabs to Golden Mile

0007: We make it to Golden Mile

0010: We are still in the cab in direction to Eunos since my drunken colleague is spewing into a plastic bag. We figure that he would not make it home on his own so, I brought him back home. (with the help of Mark and the plastic bag) (I also need shoes ... I am wearing broken flip flops, wet boardies and a shirt with "this is my clone" written on it. Not exactly the clubbing style)

0025: I am digging through the dude's drawers

0026: I realize that he is allot taller than I am

0030: I make him a deal that he cannot refuse (due to the fact that his head is in the toilet)

0045: We are on our way back to Thai disco with my brand new pair of shoes

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Now I am aware that Thai Disco has a pretty bad reputation due to the amount of hookers and bar girls that hang in there.

Seriously.... this is one of the best club in Singapore. There's 3 bars. 1 of them plays like descent music. I am not sure what it is but it is quite descent. Kind of Metal, kind of rock, kind of pop. Think Bon Jovi back in the 80s or something. (ok this sounds quite bad but it beats every other shitty Canthonese pop bands that you might see at Dragonfly or Lunar)

The second bar is more of a pop rock bar or something, I can not really remember.

I will get to the third bar later

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0100: I am dancing like crazy

0101: I am at the front dancing like crazy

herm... actually from here on, I pretty much have lost track of time. I am in a seriously drunken happy state where I just dance until my energy runs out. Then I can go to sleep peacefully.

I remember losing people. We are getting spread out between the 2 Thai Disco. I would sometime go down stairs but the music does not please me so I go back up stairs to find more people.

I bump into some Australian dude who was in for the next 20 hours. I give him a brief overview of the place and Singapore. Not long after that, he vanishes.

We end up about 4 of us. Someone says "let's go to thai disco 3"

Wow... there is a Thai Disco 3? (I though that it was some kind of legend or something... everyone heard about it but no one ever saw it...)

I follow my mate who knows where it is. We go down stairs all the way down.

We enter this bar where they are playing actual techno music. Not the crappy stuff that they play at Zouk or M.O.S. but proper techno music. I was like "yeah!!! this club has everything". I jump on the dancing platform and start jumping around (I assume...)

I refuse to pay drinks to whatever Bar girls that came my way. (too drunk, too tired)

After a while I go back to my mate and then I do not know what happened. But 3-4 of the managers of the place come to us and bring us one of my mate who got lost in the bar. They were pissed. They were real pissed! I do not know what he did and I do not think that I want to know. I do not know what I told them but I somehow managed to calm them down. I shook their hands and told them that we are going to leave. I was actually scared for a minute. I though that we were going to get bashed by a gang of pimps or something.

anyway I went for pratta and got home around 4-5am

So anyway, this was quite an evening. Sylvain, once again, great party! We will miss you. Until next time...