the art of saving money

in terms of sheer budget-mindedness, yesterday was seriously off the hook.

at janice's bequest, me and don headed down to that ridiculous ntuc club, DXO, where we got in free and were treated to a bunch of free beer towers in exchange for our participation in a *cough* video shoot for the club.

what a joke. the entire place was freakin' EMPTY at 1120, for chrissakes. the ground of the former embassy is seriously cursed and haunted by the spirits of failure and bankruptcy.

so there's a bunch of us dancing around on the gigantic traverse of space that was the dance floor while a videocam hovered around us shooting from the ground up so that the lack of people wouldnt be too obvious.

well... right. after that was over and done with, we just had to get a couple more beers for the sheer level of ridiculousness we had just put ourselves through.

and then we left.

sara said her friend was having a party over at liberte, down in chjimes.

fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me. so remind me never to listen to any of these ladies when they proclaim a happening party anywhere, will ya?

there was no air conditioning at liberte. period.

but it cost us eight bucks to get in. no drinks, of course.

so don, ngian, tim and i (along with sara and janice) happily gallivanted in a haze of sweat and humidity so solid you could feel the stifling aura of wetness in the club. we practically sauna'd the beer outta our skins man.

it felt like a jc party. jesus, it really did.

met this girl outside, nicole, who asked us to add her on friendster. that how youth these days ask for contacts? man. i feel... old.

and some butch kid, apparently the organiser for this fiasco, was asking us to come for a party she'd (for want of a better term, it) be holding next month down at indochine.

butch kid: "so whaddya think would be a reasonable price for you guys to wanna come? sixteen?"

tim: "well, for a bunch of handsome guys like us, i'd hafta say ten man."

butch kid: "no way! that guy *points at me* is way more handsome than you lor!"

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why, that's nice. but don't you know i'm scum at its finest?
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me: "nonono. he said ten. really handsome guys like myself should get in free."


(O_o)

well, not much more to the evening. the obligatory cab ride home cost me thirteen bucks, and entry to liberte was eight... umm... instant noodles and green tea at cheers set me back about three... so... total spent in the evening for all the beers and a place to bounce around?

twenty four bucks. and its a new high score!