ALCOHOLIC CHARITY

La Viva playing ... their music is as blurred as this picture

Having a terrible sore throat and a slightly foul mood last night (no, it’s not PMS. I am so sorry – Pilot Boy and Takeshi for snapping bitchily at you guys); I think I needed some time off to clear my head (Read: Obscene amount of alcohol).

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.

We found a good spot – right in front of the dance floor and planted ourselves there; with Ms Lactose and Chris, the Salsa Queen waiting for the right song to sashay gracefully into the dance floor. How disappointed we were. The live bands sucked big time.

As we entered – I saw lotsa elderly people glued to their chairs, having drinks and trying to look enthusiastic. I asked Ms Lactose – is this place always packed with elderly and out of shape people? Ms Lactose laughed at my description and told me – Yeah! Looks like a place for social misfits, but we are here for charity, remember! She added the place was cool when Headwind was playing; till their contract was up and the lead singer went into labor. Oh okay….

Here, you would find middle aged people snogging each other, one old bugger had a sun tattoo on his balding head - which I mistook as a very large freckle, some sleazy Japanese buggers trying to get lucky, and young people (like me) trying hard to fit in.

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.

True to its band name: One Night Stand – it is totally uneventful and people tend to forget it quickly.

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.

Ms Lactose was invited by the restaurant manager, a nice clean cut looking bloke for some vodka. We gave instant approval after he brought us some vodka lime on the house (Hah!! We are pretty easy to please) As bored as we were, we had to sit till the football match was over before going for supper. Not for the Salsa Queen though, since she placed some bets earlier on. She was cheering like everyone else for England and ended up utterly disappointed. Christian Ronaldo is so damn HOT!!

We went to SS2, Sri Murni mamak for some kick ass nasi lemak and maggi mee goreng. Mr All-Star Café came to join us for some teh tarik before we called it a night.

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?