The search for an "interdependent" mindset - failed!

Today, one of the contractors at work dropped a rod of steel when he was fixing a structure. The resounding clash from the contact of the steel with the ceramic floor reverberated in my head for a full five minutes.

There is this scene in Power Puff Girls where when MojoJoJo is especially bad, his eyes becomes engorge, his mouth quivers and his surrounding turns all trippy with flashing lights.

That was how I felt. I had to pause in my stride and actually whimpered softly as I hold my head.

And the reason why I am so freaking sensitive to sound, lights and anything that move this morning is because “somebody” chio me to go out and drink copious amount of alcohol last night. You see, if I had adopted a more “interdependent mindset”, I wouldn’t have taken up that challenge or agree to go to “some lesbian party” at Zouk on a Thursday night. Instead, I thought, “Hell ya why not?”, put on some war paint and got B1 and B2 to come pick me up in their “Slut Mobile” at 10pm.

Frou: Why is your car called “Slut Mobile”? Is it because the driver (i.e. you) is a slut?
B2: No. It’s because we are picking up the slut (i.e. you)

When we reached Zouk, I took a look at the scene outside and announce that I am scared. The Bs (including B3 and B4 who joined us outside) ask me to stick close to them as we waded through a sea of androgynous looking folks. The obvious girls are all very pretty but there were others whose gender I cannot decipher - but every time I ask The Bs “That one is girl or boy?”, their answer is always “Girl”.

Just as we were about to enter Zouk, a bouncer stop me and check this out – he asked for my ID!! Oh the joy! I could hardly contain my GLEE as I handed him my driving license. When he handed it back to me and mumbled, “Sorry miss. You look much younger”, I couldn’t stop myself from doing the irritating “I-am-almost-a-decade-over-the-legal-age-limit-yet-got-asked-for-ID” dance until B1 threatens to knock my head with something big. (Just so you know, she was not asked for her ID.)

Anyway, I must say that I had the most interesting time in Zouk. The party has a slogan “A Decade of Pride” and it was a very colorful event. The emcee is a tranny (but of course) and one of his/her segments is a live interview session with some of the “famous personalities in the field” as they walk on the red carpet into the party. As we were watching that, I got a running commentary from The Bs on those famous personalities like who won Butch of the Year last year, who has a reputation for what and who was going out with who etc. (I must say the Butch of the Year looks freaking amazingly. In fact, she looks exactly like the HK star, Cheung Chi Lam.)

We were well-fueled during the party because B1, B2 and myself keep running out to Wine Bar to get our monies worth by getting the 1-for-1 deal there. In total, we had 4 jugs of vodka ribena (with each jug consumed in its entirety within 1.5 minutes via straw slurping) and 2 lychee martinis. Then inside Zouk, I manage to scam two free Gin and Tonic off a butch friend. So we were all happy high and thank goodness, not plastered horizontal on the floor.

I must mention that one of the highlights of the night is when I got WHACKED while standing in the line of fire in a lesbian fight. You see, I was standing with my back to a couple who started screaming at each other all of a sudden. The content of the fight is about how the femme found incriminating sms-es in her butch girfriend’s phine and she was shouting something like, “How can you still be in contact with HER, you lying *&@%#!???” Before I know it, I felt a sharp slap at the back of my neck as the femme move forward to karate chop her cheating partner. I turn around to find people trying to hold each of them back whilst the cursing and shouting continues. Bitch fight!! :P I was actually very interested to stick around and keypoh but unfortunately the Bs pulled me away before I get hammered further.

Towards the end of the night, I started whimpering for bakuteh, which is my standard post-party protocol. So we left and The Bs brought me to eat bakuteh at River Valley and because we are all incoherent then, I took it upon myself to take care of the food order - in bad Mandarin.

B1: What did you order?
Frou: I don’t know.

So it turned out that I actually ordered tau pok, salted vegetables and LIVER which nobody wants to touch so I had to eat it all myself. Otherwise, that was a good end to the night and I’m sure all that liver consumption is the reason why my hangover this morning is not as bad as it should be.

Interdependent mindset, my sorry alcoholic ass :(