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The Epitome of Spontaneity
How many days do you need to plan for a 'kick-ass' party?
The answer in our case is 2 days.
Wednesday was the day the plans were thrown out over SMS exchanges between Denny and me. Prior to the BBQ plans, the original intention was to throw a steamboat party at my place but along the way the plans got skewed towards what was now a BBQ party. So I went home and booked the pits for Friday (2 days away) while Denny threw out the invites.
When the day came, we realized we overlooked the alcohol. This was a major problem because a party without alcohol is like a prostitute having her menses i.e. useless. By 5pm on Friday, we only had 3 confirmed bottles of alcohol and 2 bottles of wine, which was enough for a dinner party not a BBQ party. In view of our situation, I came up with a novel way to get drunk; since we usually played games to get people drunk I figured we could do the same thing with a twist. Only the winners get to drink. I marvel at my ingenuity as I logged off from MSN in time to get the food ready.
Food was from "The BBQ People" over at Frankel Ave (Most defuckinglicious Otaks and Lamb Chops ever) where everything is pre-marinated and prepared, so the only thing we need to do is to slap it on the fire while we cheat our way to the drinks. Life looks so much easier already. Denny was running late so Chloe, Chanel and me ran around stocking up on necessities and utensils.
By 7pm the pits were fired up as the people trickled in. By 8pm we realized the earlier worries we harnessed were unfounded. Justin came over with 3 bags of beer, Fucheng brought 2 six-packs and a bottle of Sheridan, Shawn prepared 1 bottle of Vodka and 2 bottles, Denny and Chloe decided to buy an extra bottle of Johnnie Walker while I brought another bottle of Martell from home. We soon realized we had ‘too much’ alcohol; we celebrated this fact by throwing random people into the pool.
 Denny, much like the incredible hulk tore off his tee and went berserk after being thrown into the pool with his mobile phone in his pocket. Thereafter, anybody who locked eyes with Denny would be dragged, screaming murder, into the pool. We tried to avoid his gaze by secluding ourselves as we munched on the incredible Lamb Chops and wings cooked up by Beng (Props to Beng for tending to the fire all night long). As the night drew on, more and more people started to fill the chairs and the party spilled out over the deck chairs and benches surrounding the pool area. By the time we were done with the food, most of everybody was well on their way to getting smashed. Wallace was going around concocting vile mixtures of Martell and Green Tea scamming people into drinking while Denny was out and about making everyone finish half of whatever they are holding.
 By 11pm I was wondering why the cops have not turned up since we were making so much noise Metallica could have hired us to warm up the crowds at their concerts (My mum said she could hear us from the 16th floor). Oblivious to our own antics, we continued making merry and getting people to drink as much as they can, if all of us were hunchbacks, we would qualify as a migrating herd of camels and Animal Planet would check us out in their next docudrama. At 12am, my fears came true, one security guard came over to announce that they had received a complaint from a bothersome resident and urged us to lower the volumes. I announced this piece of news to everyone but the noise level went back up 15 minutes later. While we were body slamming one another in the pool a voice came from above, and we all thought God were speaking to us. We looked up only to find that God was living in the 6th floor unit directly above the pool.
6th Floor: CAN YOU GUYS KEEP IT DOWN IT’S 12AM!!
Me: IT’S A FRIDAY NIGHT, YOU GOT NO LIFE AH??!
Immediately 4 security guards swarmed in on us in a coordinated effort much like how the riot police would dissipate an angry mob.
Guard: I’m sorry guys I have to ask you all to leave, otherwise we have to call the cops.
Me: Ok ok give us some time to pack things up.
We soon learnt that thinking this promise would get them off our backs was the equivalent of thinking Paris Hilton wasn’t sleeping around. The guards decided the best way to make us leave was to stay around and watch us pack our stuffs before going back to their rest area for doughnuts.
Since my place was really close to East Coast Park, we concluded that it was the only logical place to go at this time of night. We packed the remainder of our drinks and headed over in 4 cars. Finding a secluded spot behind the McDonalds we parked and chilled about for abit, too drunk to look for a picnic spot and too lazy to wander away from the car.
Denny: Eh your car can tune in to my iPod’s frequency right?
Me: Yah should be able to.Denny: OK tune in to 103.4fm
Me: OK So there we had music settled.
Two cars with the windows down, playing trance at max volume, overlooking the beach with the sand beneath our feet. It was like Zoukout, all over again.
 
To avoid suspicion, Denny emptied a few bottles of alcohol into the bottles of coke and went round making people drink in gigantic gulps. People walking by shot us angry and jealous looks. Oblivious to everyone else we were just too busy snapping photos, shouting and dancing. I’m sure if a patrol car spotted us, we would have all been hauled back to the station for interrogation, and I wouldn’t be surprised if someone called the cops on us. We were drunk, loud, obnoxious and loving every second of it.  What happened around the beach was a blur and I have little recollections of the minute details, but from the pictures we took it was clear that we had fun.
How a supposed ‘Chill Night’ unfolded into this wild party is beyond me. But one thing is certain, we just had the Best Party Ever!
posted by Ken The Man at
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