Crispy was very excited to be showing me the Butter factory. It was part of his "move to Singapore" theme of good food, hot girls and clean clubs. But what we saw at Butter Factory stopped us all in our tracks...
In this shot you cant see the whole queue. It gets down to the river and then goes along the river to the right for about another 50m. This is at 10:30pm on a Wednesday night. We went and had a drink at the bar next door called Overeasy. Beers were $13 for a stubby. Cocktails were $16 so we decided to go a Long Island iced tea. When paying I realised that the slap the GST and service fee on top of the list price so they ended up being about $20 each. It was probably the strongest long island iced tea ever though. The dash of lemon juice would have been the only non-alcoholic thing in it!
After watching the line for Butter Factory for about 40min and it not moving an inch, Crispy called a friend of his who could get us in the VIP line, but wasn't planning on getting to Butter Factory for a while. She was at a club in Clarke Quay called Cuba Libre, where we decided to join her as there was some cool Brazillian style drumming going on and they had 2 for 1 Mojitos.
Clarke Quay is probably to most touristy nightspot in Singapore, and it was packed. We met some of Crispys other friends at Cuba Libre and tucked into the mojitos ($18 for 2). After the drumming and being well on our way to hammered at 1am, we decided to flag off Butter Factory and go to another club in Robertson Quay called "dbl 0".
Dbl 0 was a total spin out. We walked up the stairs into a room with a bar in the centre and some cover band bastardising Oasis. After walking through that room, we went past a clothes shop. Yes. A clothes shop. In a night club. Then a long corridor led into the nightclub area filled will singaporeans jumping around to truly horrible house music. Along the corridor was a long class cage similar to that in silence of the lambs, which held about 20 smokers. Like Australia there is no smoking in the clubs and this means they dont need to go outside. It's a little surreal to view it, as it's almost like a performance piece in it's own little space.
After having our free drink that we got with our $30 entry fee, we went downstairs to 'O bar", where you could get a jug of mix (ie bourbon and coke) for $14. and they dont skimp out on the pours either. Crispy and I were already hammered so this was now becoming a slippery slope to completely nailed. We met up with Crispian's girlfriend, Sheue Yng, and some of her friends at O bar and continued the drinking. We stayed at O bar until about 3am when we caught a taxi down to Zook, a club that Crispy had regularly talked about, especially their once a year outdoor beach party "Zookout".
We got out of the taxi in front of Zook and I nearly got into a fight. I dont remember it all that clearly, but some fat wasted white dude was being a fuckwit, so I pushed him off. A security guard then took him away and we walked off. About 20m down the road he started running back towards me as the security guard had let him go. I turned to face him and he stopped about 5m away from me. He asked what I wanted to do about it. I didn't (and still dont) understand this question, but replied with something along the lines of "I want you to walk away". At this point a security guard started ushering me away, and the one that had walked fatso off before came back for a second time to get rid of him.
It was nearly closing time at Zook so we didn't need to pay. It seemed like a pretty cool club, although the music on wednesday was all 80's and 90's pop hits. Not exactly my cup of tea, but the funny thing about it is that they pretty much play the same songs every week. every song has a dance that goes with it. This dance is available to view on youtube, so pretty much all the punters all know the dance moves, so you have a club full of people all doing the same dance moves! It's like watching a really drunk, full rock esteidford. (that might be a NSW thing....)
We then went upstairs to phuture bar, which was PACKED. It seemed like a really well set up club with walls of l.e.d's making for a very cool visual effect, but we had as much room to dance as one would have on a Tokyo train at peak hour, so we soon decided to bust a move and go get some food.
We walked about a km or two to a little restaurant that was full of people at 4:30am. The food was fantastic (mmmmmm roti canai) and very cheap. And after we ate we jumped a taxi and went home. Still drunk, but very full and quite tired.
Things I learned about myself today:
I do stupid things when drunk. I asked Crispy if he thought I could make it across the 3 lane road and back before the oncoming traffic would reach me. It was about 200m away at the time. For the record, yes I made it. Just. And deservedly got tooted by about 15 cars.
Budgeting while drunk is not a skill I have mastered. I started out the night wanting to spend $150. We'd only just got to the second club of the night and I was already taking out another $200.
Thats all for now. Today has been a much quieter day, filled with a lot of food and a lot of sleep.
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