Saturday, February 12, 2005
I am officially a DINOSAUR..
Yday night, for no very good nor valid reason,
i went to sparks. Yes, you may start screaming now. And i stayed till 3.30am no less. Haha. I will now share my adventure with you.
I went there because there was no place to go (yes, there's always MS, new asia and other uber cool places to go, but you need to take account of the company!) and my new found friend (or would it be more apt to label her as aquaintence since i only got to know each other through a round of rather bad majong?) wanted to go there (we should be nice and accomodating during the CNY, you know.). Me and my other 2 friends,
being the very nice people that we are, agreed to accompany her there. We were under the
misguidance that she had
many many friends waiting for her there so we were seriously planning on a
hit-and-run rather than a drink-dance-and-mingle-with-16-yr-olds. It was not to be. I should have been able to tell from the signs..but what the heck. Here's what happened.
We parked our car and happily sauntered (yes, we sauntered.
See what age can do to u? It makes you think you're great. No more ID checks for me.) into the lift and past the staring overdressed YPs (for the uninitiated, YP = Young People).
It's really amazing how everything can change except Sparks. It's still exactly the way it was when i was 16. Okay..except the location..but the people. Identical. The boys (yes, technically, they are still boys) still have long blond-streaked hair. They still swagger around and check out the competition and rival gang-members. The girls still look the same. Thick foundation, super kohl-lined eyes, fendi handbags and killer heels. Amazing. The only difference is that malays now frequent sparks as well. Don't ask me why.Anyhow, the YPs were all giving us the why-are-the-OP-doing-here look. Okay. OP = Old People.
I couldn't decide whether to slap them and tell them that I was the reigning clubbing queen and to stop giving me the doubtful looks or choose the higher route - ignore them. Well, no prizes for guessing what i did. No? Well..let's just say i was outnumbered. So...
We, the previous king and queens of the dancefloor, then majestically strolled to the VIP area where we surveyed the scene as we sipped (no, force-drink would be a better term. The vodka was unbelievably bad. That's what happens when u visit too many expensive clubs.) our drinks. It was really quite an interesting experience. Totally different from what you see at MS or any of the uber-cool places you readers frequent.
If u can tolerate the YPs and bad drinks, you should go. I can only say it's an experience.Kids (yes, KIDS.) were showing each other how to do the latest dance move (which mainly consisted of much hand-waving and signs) and how to shake their booty to the best effect. What was more interesting was that guys generally dominated the podium. There was this malay lad who was intent on doing a mime on stage, in full view of the club's inhabitants. Not that he was any good, but he was a source of entertainment for my otherwise dull night.
Then there was this fat girl who chose to position herself right in the middle of the stage where the camera would catch her image and flash it on the 2 huge TV screens. She looked like she was sexual confused (she looked more like a butch, but danced like a girl) and badly needed some dance lessons. She too was interesting.
The highlight of my night was when suddenly, 2 boys darted out of the club. Followed by 1o others after like 10 seconds (c'mon. The kids are drunk and reaction time is slow). A fight! Cool. You never get to see that in MS. Okay..maybe in Angel or other techno places..but..hey..fight=fun.
We also got to try out Sparks' complimentary stone-aged karaoke system. We had a KTV room to ourselves. It totally sucked. Type A, the bloody system plays B. And the songs were like a zillion years old. Sigh.
Sigh. Interestingly, they offered me free membership. What a hoot. Anyhow..here's a tip. Don't visit that place. Period.
XxX,
audrey at 13:45