The one with my Valentines' night out

So when we finally reached Clark Quay, HotStones, the girls had already almost finished their meals as they were here earlier. Kev&I were starving and we proceed to order our food quickly. My experience at HotStones was quite appalling. I had to get up to ask for a menu from the counter, following by ordering from the counter again, getting my utensils & water from the counter and lastly still have to pay for service charge. Not only that, during dinner, they dumb waiters were so frantic and seemed so lost that they dropped two hot stones apparently onto 2 customers’ table, which resulted a huge “CLUNG!” shocking the whole entire restaurant with the noise. Obviously, the 2 customers got free meals. Damn!

After my nightmare with HotStones, Dera, Ashley, Gillian, Shyka, Kev&me decided to go for a drink at “Makaresh”. The place was really interesting. They had it beautifully decorated in Arab style according to Kev and they had this long pipe for you to smoke. It is called “Shashi” if I am not wrong. So we sat and ordered our drinks. Some of the girls had their usuals while I had this bluish drink called “69ers”. It had lychee, martini, soda, fruits, and others more and it tasted marvelous. But then because Ashley the great, thinking that she is a good drinker, order something orangey with vodka inside, and unfortunately couldn’t continue with it, and had to change it with me.





Later on, Scott and Alyssa came to join in too and we had fun taking pictures and really making a fool of ourselves basically. Even the Indian bosses working there seemed to appreciate our presence and even gave us 20% discount on the drinks. Unfortunately, there was this incident where they forced me to drink something from their glass. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I may thank him for his hospitality, but drinking from his glass, Hell No! But they were so persistent and I had no choice but to give in and so I drank…

YUCK! That was the thought I had when I had to share the drink with an @#$%, if you know what I mean. But I don’t want to end up like two of our fellow gay friends who were recently being prosecuted for being racist. So I will not comment anymore. But all in all, it was great fun although I was a little drunk, but it was fun.

Thank you Dera for organizing this again. As this is going to be a yearly thing, “The Lonely Hearts Club” is 2 years old now. Although I am already taken, but this club did still helped me one way or the other. HeHe.

So thank you Dera Wu and we will see the lonely hearts again in the years to come.

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