With 2 new folks (from HQ) in town, and Viki asking me if I was gamed for a night out of Mambo Jumbo (something we agreed to do once every 5 years just to access how old we’ve become, or how young we still are!), I organized a last minute party to Zouk yesterday, shouting across desks to whoever else was interested to join in and made concrete plans. We were going to show our US folks what synchronized dancing in Singapore was all about!
We agreed to meet at 10, I only managed to arrived at 11 after some unforeseen delays here and there; still early by Mambo’s night standards no less – and managed to get a long nice table just beside one of the bars and right beneath the DJ. It was awesome, having all that space to ourselves, until some old man and his younger mistress came along to share it and even stopped us from taking photos (at one stage), just in case he might get caught fooling around…or that’s least what one of my colleagues thought. Hah!
And as always, some good things NEVER change. And the music really only started to peak from 12.30am onwards. We squealed, screamed, mimic the appointed dancers on the podiums, jumped around as we clang our beer mugs and cocktail glasses and laughed away. Oh boy, those feelings of good ol days of going almost every Wednesday then just came gushing into my very happy heart.
I couldn’t fit my compact cam into my teeny weeny bag, so here’s some low quality shots from the iphone4. Even the flash from the phone couldn’t save it. Blah!