Last Friday (4th of July for those who were there!) I went to Bed — the club in KK — with some old and new friends.
Jess needed this after a hell week at work, so she called us up. Nightlife lovers Meg, Jason, Kit, Boon. Nurul my long-time-no-see ol' coworker. Danny brought his hot cousins Petrina and Jasrina whom I got newly acquainted.
(I initially told her I couldn't come because my car was at the workshop and Danny's car was already full with Jess, Petrina and Jasrina in it. They came over and picked me up anyway.)
The place was packed but we managed to plant ourselves in a back corner. Petrina rationed out salt and tequila and lemon slices. I had the flu by the way and my system was vulnerable so after the third shot I was already tipsy and ready to bust a move. Fortunately so was everyone else.
You know how the majority in the back of a club just sit or stand around watching the band and the dancing people way over in the front? You know how in the relative stillness of the back of a club you can sometimes find a small group in their little island of boogie? That was us.
I was giving the girls twirls fer crying out loud. Nurul later said she felt our antics were hehe! embarrassing in public, but no, that's how you rock the house, babe.
And once in a while I stopped moving to make sure, after so much drink, I was still in charge of me.
Okay so like I said, it was packed; however the chick count was rather low, at least from where I was looking. I yelled to Jason over the loud music, "Look at all these dicks!" (I mean the gender not the insult. Hmm, fine line...) and pointed around me. My finger found its way digging into some dude's ear.
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At this point, you know this was the moment that sparked off the advertised barfight.
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Wrong. Sorry. With a quick apologetic (possibly dismissive?) wave of my hand the dude went back to watching other people and pretended as if nothing happened.
Nobody else saw it, not even Jason, especially since it all barely took a second. It was pretty funny so I told him and he laughed. Then I told the others, generating more laughter metabolically fueled by alcohol. Joke of the night.
As I write this I can't help but wonder about that dude. Well of course no decent person would make a fuss out of something so minor; body parts brush against body parts by accident in places like this all the time. Still — and I think I'm being oversensitive here? — I felt a bit sorry for him because what I did was like ear rape. Yet he didn't even shoot me a glare. Was he intimidated by boisterous me and gang? Or was his indifference a symptom of ennui? Why did he seem alone, at least at that moment? Who the hell are these people, coming here well-dressed to drink, smoke and look bored? Why does it seem like they come here way too often? Do these ahbengs have any hobbies?
Shit where was I? Yes, barfight.
So, dancing, right? Song after song after song. Then suddenly there was a commotion nearby. I mean really near, like inches from where we were standing.
As everyone turned to look, a crowd was splitting in two, Red Sea-like. Each half looked like a bunch of angry guys shouting threats at the other half.
Surrounding onlookers started cheering at this new development. I know I did. I cheered because my night out was becoming so much more worthwhile all of a sudden. (And to think I almost didn't come!)
The spat escalated into broken glass spilling across the floor, and then a violently overturned table, and then another. The noise alone made what was happening unmistakably clear.
Some girls were screaming. Feisty Petrina hurled insults at the troublemakers for being total assholes.
Some patrons from the other side of the club climbed up the stage for a bird's-eye view. So fast, like prairie dogs.
The DJ stopped the music. Lights were turned on.
A number of people were wisely streaming through the exits...
Because chairs were now being thown. They crashed into the bar in the centre of the club, smashing bottles and decor. I was relieved to see the bartenders were no longer in there.
By then most people have decided to rush out of the building or were already far away gone. Not only to evade the sharp stuff and stray projectiles, but for fear that cops just might show up anytime.
Our exit was close so we were outside very quickly. We counted heads. Danny was worried for Jess who we lost for a while. Jasrina got worried for a missing Boon because she recalled he drank a lot and was almost hardly conscious. Nurul was sort of hiding in a corner inside the building so I escorted her out. Meg, Boon, Kit and Jason later turned out to have safely escaped to their cars already. Petrina on the other hand wasn't seen for quite some time.
She later emerged triumphantly from the club carrying a giant two-foot tall bottle of... I don't remember. Still had a quarter of liquor left in it. Hell the huge bottle alone was worth stealing because things like that cost a bomb. I couldn't believe the woman raided that! The spoils of war I guess.
She did pay a small price though: a splinter cut her toe.
We stuck around for a bit... until a guy marched out the door with blood all over the right side of his head and a truly furious who-the-fuck-did-this-to-me?! look on his face. Oookay, time to go.
We went home.
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Josh Lim once told me the majority of blogs by young Malaysians are "party blogs", bland mindless things filled with nothing but records of their nightly excursions of clubbing and repetitive camwhoring (description mine)... you know what I mean. Well mine's definitely not that kind but it's funny how I'm reminded of what he said as I break my blog's long dry spell with an entry like this.
