I started my first Saturday in Singapore alone in a dilapidated backpacker’s hostel. I concluded it at a private party on the rooftop of the Marina Bay Sands with a group of Indian millionaires and Bollywood movie stars. And before saying goodbye at nearly 10 in the morning, we all exchanged info and promised to meet up for round two on Wednesday. It was one of the main reasons I chose Thursday to return to Bangkok; aside from the length of my Singapore “To-See” list I wanted to make good on my word.
Well, Wednesday night was finally here 🙂
Of course I was never really sure if our plans would materialize – drunken invites often fall through when push comes to shove. So when 10pm rolled around and I still hadn’t heard from them I assumed that’s just what happened; I grabbed a beer with Rick, my new engineer friend at the hostel, and started to pack up my things.
Then around midnight a text finally arrived: “Come to the rooftop of the Marina Sands, your name is on the list.”
I jumped in the shower, threw on the least-wrinkled shirt I had, and bolted out the door – walking (/jogging) the entire way there. Because (1) I wanted some time to predrink on the way, (2) all the trains had stopped running, (3) I was leaving the following afternoon and didn’t want to run out of Singapore Dollars, and (4) I was simply curious if I could.
When I arrived it was another typical over-the-top event: huge bottles of Grey Goose (which I later learned go for $900USD a pop), a neverending buffet, and dozens of drunken Indians. In other words: loads of good fun! 🙂
It’s just a bit of a shame I got there so late; apparently the group had been out since 10pm, and until midnight it’d actually been a playboy party where you could go in the pool. But at least I had one last chance to reconnect with my friends and make some new ones as well – most notably Sankar’s brother Rajan, with whom I seemed to form a nearly immediate bond.
When things started wrapping up, Rajan suggested we head out to Clarke Quay with Nazreen and her two friends so we bounced to another club where we stayed until morning. “Grey Goose all around!” seemed like the continuing theme of the night.
Then he gave me a lift home in his shiny new Mercedes, I passed out right around the time Rick was waking up, and before I knew it, my brief life in Singapore had come to an end.
Note: These posts are behind realtime; the above took place on Wednesday, February 23rd.