Last night

I'm asleep and dreaming.

My parents are there and so are my friends.  We're at some party and someone walks in.  I don't know him and he draws a gun.

BANG! It's raining outside and the thunder hits louder than i've ever heard before.  I pause for a moment and think about my surroundings.  I'm in bed, in my underwear, my mouth tastes horrible, Big Sal isn't home and the rain is permeating my thoughts.  What happened?  

Let me recap on last night:

Everyone met at Staff Club because they needed to buy tickets to the MRT pub crawl.  The place place becomes a tin can and we are all sardines trying to buy a drink.  Khaleedah grabs my hand and yells Happy Birthday!  "What kind of shot do you want?" she asks in my ear.  

I feel the warm trickle of tequila down my throat.

Slowly everyone starts jumping into cabs and i hop in one with Martin, Adam and Magnus.  I have two beers in hand and i smile at the driver.  Of course i'm sitting up front.  

"Hey i got one for you" i say, as try to put a beer on his lap.  He looks at me and gestures negatively.  One minute later he smiles and asks " You got one for me right?"  I grin as i hand him a Chang and he cracks it open.  I'm watching him drive and guzzle beer while we're all cheering for him to go 140Kph on PIE.  He's dipping fast and weaving around traffic.  As we arre getting off the exit he asks if i speak Spanish.  "Sure" i tell him.  Next he hands me his bluetooth and i hear a woman answer the phone.  A quick dirty phone call later, she hangs up on me. I'm pretty sure that i asked her how much for sex and we were negotiating a price.  Maybe i asked too low........

Our driver dropped us off in front of McDonald's and we needed to get to dbl-O.  I really needed a piss so i snuck off into some staircase and checked for surveillance cameras.  ALL SYSTEMS GO!  (Pissing in public in Singapore is absolute madness.)

There are tons of girls at the club and i wonder how many of them i'll hit on.  All of them, i dream. I pay my cover and head upstairs to see my girls enjoying free drinks at the bar.  Having a vagina on Wednesday's in Singapore must be heaven.  Khaleedah grabs my arm and orders five shots.  "Three are for you!!" she says, as she drives her finger into my chest.  I quickly try to think of a way to get out of this situation.  I don't want to take three shots in row, minutes within entering the club.  "You take two and we'll take the last ones together with Henrik."  Fuck.  I guess i have to.  I feel the cozy burn of tequila slide down my throat once again.

OK. It's Anna time.  I look around the crowd and there's tons of cuties around.  Just....have... to...pick...a....good....one......I'm introducing myself to some Turkish girl and she goes to NUS on exchange.  I tell her it's my birthday and smirk.  Soon we're chatting about how many brothers she has or something stupid.  I turn around and see Henrik.  I say some cocky bullshit in his ear and look over my shoulder.  The girl is making out with some guy real hard. What the fuck?  Slut....Whatever.

A dozen of these random girl encounters later and i'm outside and i spot Sabrina smoking a cigarette with Italian swagger.  The rest of the night i spent with her making out on the dancefloor.  She's not much of  a dancer.  More of a make out on everything type of girl i suppose. The night ends and i walk back to Vittorio's room and he realizes that he forgot his key.

"Watch out Vittorio.  Let me show you how Californians knock on doors."

"SSSSHhhhh ssssshhhhh, Dah-ko-ta is sleeeeeping!"

I push him out of the way and start banging on the door and start yelling.

"Hey tho dog!  Open up Po-Po!"

The door opens and Dakota is staring at me with that "You are an idiot" look.

I turn to Vittorio and raise my arms in victory.  

"See that's how you knock in California!"

I stumble my drunk ass home and pass out with my socks on.  Maybe i am an idiot.