My short night at Butter Factory

My dear cousin Patrina invited me to the Flo Rida event at Sentosa and the afterparty at Butter Factory last night. Because I couldn't make it early for the event itself, Ezzat and me met her at Butter Factory for the afterparty instead at 11.30. I absolutely love going to night spots with people with VIP access AND with people who know how to party and hence, I love going with Patrina. She's been my drinking buddy since we were adolescents, drinking at family events -- we've had every alcohol available to mankind (okay, perhaps I'm exaggerating) and we've shared many a good drunk moments together. Talk about closeness, how much closer can two people get without having sex than getting drunk together - True Bliss! It was her good pal Kenneth's birthday as well and so when we managed to squeeze our way in into the VIP room, it was a HUUUGE bottle of Moet with this firework embellishment thing attached to it (pardon my lack of "clubber terms", cos I'm not one). I had three glasses and I was tipsy. Remember, people, I AM a seasoned drinker. But champagne is a killer beverage, not to be taken lightly or underestimated. Trina pointed out Flo Rida to us and I just thought he was goddamned lame to be wearing sunglasses in a dark club and emo-ing in a corner by himself. Not a celebrity, in my books. And it was so freaking packed, people could hardly move and dance. I felt uncomfortable and hot (in a bad way), by 1.30, Ezzat and I were outta there. So much for a night out on the town! The next time I decide to visit a club, I'd love to go again with Patrina and Kenneth, and Ezzat of course, but perhaps on a night where there ISN'T a so-called celebrity in the same room and where we could chill and enjoy watching people make a fool of themselves ;) and drink (OF COURSE!). By the way, Oliver was a fantastic little boy at home with my mum, he drank his milk, practiced standing up in his cot and then was rocked to sleep. Ahhhhh....

The TWO photos we took while in Butter will be posted up later.

Cheers. (*burp)