Jupes and I went for Mambo last night. We dressed up in her room, I watched her put on make up in the bathroom as I fixed my hair up, we listened to Perfect 10 on the radio, we moaned and groaned about boys as we laid on her bed. The first time I went to Jupes’ house, I also laid on the floor with Wanrong when we went out with our tin cans. It was also my first encounter with one of the most darling girls. Jupes asked me when I was going to get a Blackberry. Which brought me back to how different we are. High fliers who Blackberry Chat, Chanels, bottles of sake, smooth talking Lawyers. But she is still my Jupes and I am so glad she is has emerged from her dark period to back to the clubbing, speeding girl we all love. Er, maybe the speeding part……….. Ok lah, she is definitely driving slower than we were in hall.

We were in Members. It has been a long time since I went up pass the ‘velvet ropes’ because being downstairs with the mere mortals was sometimes more fun. The Moets all came out but Jupes had to get a Martell for 3 of us. Or as Mr Smooth Talking Lawyer calls us ‘Martell drinking Chinese girls’. I think my enjoyment for Mambo is no longer what it is as the music changed from what was our retro to the children (current 18 to 21 year olds) retro.

And the Martell did me in. No flamings or 42% alcohol shots. Just plain old awful old man drink. I did not get high. Unfortunately. But I did regurgitate into my toilet bowl at 4 am in the morning. And a Major Hangover today. The last time this happened, I fell asleep on the cold hall floor with my cell phone in my hand as it rang with a long distance phonecall. This time, I crawled into bed still in my Blondie tee.

I am a walking contradiction. I do not like the taste of alcohol, I do not get high. I wonder why I do this still. And Yes, I am not drinking for a long time to come.