For one, Bellini was replaced by Firefly, which obviously was not interested in contributing to the Ladies' Night cheer by demanding us to pay the cover charge. That left us with only 5 free drinks from Powerhouse on Wednesdays, bummer!
And just as we suspected, all the ladies (some tackily dressed) flocked to Powerhouse. After we got in, we got a shock - at 11.30pm, what should be a dim and dizzy dancefloor with shimmying bodies and an intermix of Madonna and Sean Paul, turned out to be a quiet aerobics lesson delivered by some ang moh hip-hop guys. We stared at one another in utter disbelief. Did so many things change while we were gone?!
The queue for the free drinks got longer and moved slower as well. Took almost 30 minutes to finally get our booze, and luckily by 12am, the aerobics class ended and the desperate dancers infiltrated onto the dance floor.
Me and Dappy (my affectionate nickname for Daphne)
Me and Peiying
The music was a tad disappointing, and there was a couple (a Caucasian man and a Chinese slut) who was making such a nuisance out of themselves by intertwining their bodies together, groping all over and bumping into us. The free show was quite interesting initially, but we were soon disgusted. Decided that maybe we were not drunk enough (how to, with only 5 drinks!), so left for a toilet break and more drinks.
Dappy wanted to usurp my drinks coupons because we all knew that I have a tendency to start losing my memory with every shot, but ... isn't that the highlight?
Ended the night a bit tipsy, but sober enough to escape paying for the cab fare. Haha!
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