Last night was a night of taxi rides, of expensive Japanese food, of taxi rides, of stark realisations, of clubs, and of heroics in a drunken stupor.

To sum it up, we were at Clark Quay, then went to Play at Tanjong Pagar before crossing the street to Tantric, then cabbing down to Butter, afterwhich there was no hope of going in so we went down to Zouk. I swear the Sakae, beer, and the 2 jugs of Long Island Tea killed us.

Damn music at Phuture was gooooood.

Much thanks go to the gf for her loving ways. =)