I called for "3号妈咪" to be played, and Raymond was clearly enjoying the song because he was squeaking femininely and flinging a napkin in my face sluttily. I was quite caught by surprise and for a moment, I thought he was possessed by a mamasan spirit. We were all getting high and laughing away until suddenly, a botak man dashed to our tables and asked us if he looked fierce. We all nodded furiously, and he looked dejected and went out (before coming back and asking the same question again fifteen minutes later) . That was all I could remember for the night.
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