Went down to Devil's Bar with Cindy, and felt really underaged. The pot-bellied uncles and the thick cloud of smoke didn't appeal to the two of us, so we adjourned to Embargo.
They were having some anniversary function. Decided then to get into Centro, but Cindy got stopped at the door for wearing a pair skimpy shorts (tsk tsk). Was desperately searching for
a towel or equivalent to use as her sarong. Obviously it came to nought.
Then it was to Indochime
Then we were off to Zouk. my third time there...
Had more drinks and danced... and I can't remember anymore.
Cindy's IC and visa's still in my wallet. tsk tsk.
Moral of the story: a little partying with the right bunch of people can be fun.
