HELLA-WEEN!!

On Saturday, I thought my Halloween was ruined.

Until Monish texted to say he will still make it for Halloween.

We met up with his posse at Cafe Iguana in Clark Quay to knock some back and celebrate this-guy-whose-name-I-forgot-but-this-is-the-second-year-we've-celebrated-Halloween-together's Birthday before heading off to Dbl O!

ROFL.

Knocked back shots like there was no tomorrow at Dbl O! Bumped (literally) into Reuben and a bunch of other PRCS peeps whose names I totally forgot. (SORRY!) while on the dance floor.

Grind grind dance dance.
(You know how it's like in a club. You don't expect people to do the Waltz.)

Knocked back more shots!!

Danced till 4am, headed back to Clark Quay, and tried to get a cab. Waited till 5am, texted David, because we'd agreed to meet up at Butter by hook or by crook when he came down to borrow my old lab coat as his costume.

(The lab coat is still with him. LOL.)

By the time I'd gotten myself a cab, he was still waiting for his cab at Tanjong Pagar, around Play!

=.=

Went over to pick him and Horny Boy (literally, because his costumes were full of HORNS) up before heading to Butter Factory.

By then it was 5 30am.

Went in anyway, because his belongings were at the counter and Horny Boy had to return his loaned costume. LOL.

Shared a glass before I decided to order a Flaming Lambourghini to end the day right. It was also relatively safe then to have a flaming drink because there was no jostling crowds or drunk fucks.

=D

Sat by the bridge till early morning before hailing a cab home.

Lost my pirate hat on the cab, I think.

We were so tired we just snoozed all the way home...

(I'll add in the pictures once all of them has uploaded the pictures on Facebook.)

P.S: E.T saw me on the train this morning, when I wasn't at my most alert. Heck, I could barely make conversation or think. But from my observation, I wonder if he has gone PALER. Perhaps from vomitting too much blood?