It's the Wed night before a public holiday. What were we thinking of when we headed down to Zouk @ 12 midnight??? Friends trapped outside the sardine-packed entrance called to warn us against our absurd idea. Apparently, those who drove queued all the way down to the taxi stand and waited at least half an hour before they even get to the valet. Most of them gave up the wait and blatantly parked along the double yellow line before they find themselves in yet another ridiculous queue outside the club, that stretched so long it almost reached the hotel lobby. So why did we refuse to heed their advice??? hahaha.. you tell me...

Just how precious a public holiday is to us, the workhorses....

Pingpong's friend managed to sign her into the club but it didn't take her too long to decide to leave. Trini was right. There was only enough space inside to vibrant like the molecules in a solid. Mike & co., who were already inside, decided to head down to Beds because there was not enough table space to put down their drinks!! hahahaa who can beat that?!!

So finally when we came to our senses, we decided to give St James a try.

You know what they say about one door closing.... a new one opens!
The night that Zouk slammed it's door shut on us, we had our fair share of fun at St James!