Allegedly

Allegedly, so it has been told, this morning, back in the office… On Saturday night, I was out… drinking.

Supposedly I decided it would be a smart move to visit as many of the Clarke quay drinking holes as is humanly possible... The evidence was blatant on Sunday morning too when I woke up with many a night club and bar stamp imbedded on my pale wrists and smudged on my face. Gosh im sexy.

I got into work this morning to find a work colleague in the Breakfast room making coffee… she helpfully informed me of the goings on of Saturday night on a bender.

 
Allegedly I was out and about with my housemate and my work colleague - drinking up a storm with a bunch of US navy boys. Well it must have been a bloody good night, as I really don’t remember much. My friend has reliably informed me that I did nothing embarrassing or shameful. Hum????

The bits I do remember about Saturday night are as follows: but not in any particular order

1)       Drinking on the balcony of my house with my housemate and a bottle of wine, and some vodka.

2)        Attending Hot board Shorts’  Beautiful Girlfriends rooftop surprise birthday BBQ: although I was 3 hours late, which I said was fashionably late… but he said was on the verge of not being invited back “late”…. Woops. But it was bloody good fun

3)       Getting to Highlander in a taxi with a taxi driver called Steven

4)       Arriving at Highlander in Clarke Quay

5)       Some burly American bloke

6)       Dancing a bit in Pump Room

7)       Leaving China One

8)       An Egyptian bloke kissing my friend

9)       A sausage hot dog

10)    Buying “heavy metal guy” a tequila shot

And, yeah… well that’s about it.

Needless to say I did not make it to Sunday brunch with my work colleagues (see weekend predictions for more information!!) Instead I woke up rather surprisingly at 10:30 AM with a zest for life, and fancied going on a quest for fun things to do in Singapore… Turnout after Breakfast it emerged that I was still indeed drunk. So I called up my Scottish mate and went for hard rock café lunch and sat at his in the Air Con wrapped in a duvet watching crap cable TV re-runs of a crap English show called “Find me a Husband- Sally Grey” and the National Geographic channel- particularly a documentary on how to build Dams (which I was actually interested in as I didn’t know how they did it.

Lovely sunday with a horrific hangover. Never gain will I be drinking – Allegedly - jagerbombs with whisky chasers.