Happy 29th Birthday Marsupial

Marsupial turned 29 yesterday and we celebrated with drinks at Pulse Ultra Club. Yes I went clubbing on a Tuesday and in the city too. Clubbing till late on a working weekday night was the norm up to about a year ago before my retirement from the clubbing scene. But it’s all good, for my Marsupial and for the band. We love the band, Common Culture, whose band members are from all over the world from London to Trinidad to South Africa. They really know how to rock the crowd and for once, the people were cheering for the band to come on instead of the DJ. And they pay good R&B and Hip Hop which is what Marsupial and I love.

We may have known each other for only 6 years but it seems like we go way back. We’ve had great times together and seen each other through a few phases in life. We’ve laughed, clubbed, puked, pondered, pushed, hugged, partied, smoked, stoned, danced, shouted, challenged and drove each other. We may not see each other as we did before but I know he’s got my back and I’ve got his.

Enjoy the last year of your 20s Marsupial. But not to worry for your 30s will be your best decade yet!

What To Do When There's Not Much Alcohol At A Wedding?

Congratulations May Leen! She was the planner in Saatchi but has quit to get married and move to London with her new hubby. Isn’t that such a dream come true for some?

The wedding was held in Renaissance Hotel and there were 60 over tables.

A few people on the Saatchi tables didn’t show so we had a lot of food. Unfortunately both Salt Boy and Paul were not themselves and didn’t eat for 3 people per person as per what is the norm.

There was also no alcohol except for wine. So when we can’t get high at a wedding and do silly things, we had to make our own entertainment. Here are examples on how.

But non-alcoholic silliness isn’t as fun so Paul and I went to meet Fruitcake & Ed at this happening new club called Pulse at the New Millennium Hotel (formerly known as Regent Hotel). There was a live band which was excellent playing R&B music. The crowd was expat and slightly older. And since I’m not ‘slightly older’, I can appreciate places where there are no teeny boppers or college kids. Unfortunately I was wearing my killer-fabulous-looking-but-killer painful 5 inch heels so I couldn’t dance as much as I would have liked except the times when I kicked it off and didn’t care anymore.

The place is happening! And it has class too. I know this because the elevator only goes to one floor.

It was good hanging out with my partner in crime again. Fruitcake, I miss u!