I was at RP, Subang last night. For those who don’t know what RP is, it stands for “Rumah Peranakan” – a quaint two storey colonial styled bungalow house, tucked away quietly in Hyatt Saujana Subang.
It was a blessing in disguise to get pissed drunk all for the right reasons – helping the underprivileged children. Every RM1 spent would be given away to charity.
As the 3 of us (Ms Lactose, Chris – the Salsa Queen and I) approached the club, there was a wide screen featuring football match (what else?) at the front yard, packed to the brim. We went inside to enjoy the live band instead.
When we reached, La Viva (a band) was playing. They were quite alright – but I have heard better bands. Then it was One Night Stand – a band consists of social misfits – a karaoke queen trying for Malaysian Idol, an old bugger who didn’t realize his time is up and an anorexic looking guitarist.
The old bugger just couldn’t stop blabbering and nagging when he was given the microphone. At first, thanking the crowd for their support for a good cause, then thanking the hard working bar tenders (Oooo – one of the bar tenders was so cute!! – probably that was the only consolation of being there – apart from helping underprivileged children by getting pissed drunk) and he went on and on and on…. like a drunkard – drinking and stepping on his lighted cigarette butt on stage. Somebody ought to tell him to give up the microphone (and give up singing forever). He totally butchered my favorite song – Fortunate Son.
After spending an agonizing two hours; waiting to score a one night stand, but ended up standing one night, ear drums suffering from the very tasteless music and being in a company of sleazy people – one of the sleazy Japanese buggers actually bought Ms Lactose a glass of wine, (he would have gotten her number, if he bought Chris and me as well) slightly tipsy (we actually missed a few turnings and had to go one big round again)– we scurried to our next pit stop – All-Star Café at Mid Valley.
Reaching home at 4.00 am, I heard a loud “GOAL!!!” from the nearby mamak stall near my house, as I was closing my gate. Damn! I missed it. I continued where I left – and was surprised to find the French were far more powerful compared to the Brazilians. It was a disappointment that there won’t be a repeat of the expected show down of Germany vs Brazil – the way it was 4 years ago. I wonder where was I; 4 years ago?