I must be crazy. I went clubbing with a group of young colleagues on Saturday night. They are really young. The youngest among them is only 23. She is 11 years old my junior! I am quite amazed at myself. Lol. Ok, I admit that I am old and I know that not many mummies still club at 34 years old. Bleehhhh..
Truth be told, I was quite excited at the invitation. Well, I am excited at any clubbing opportunities. I always look forward when I have clubbing dates arranged and this was no exception. Moreover, we were visiting Mink and one of the colleagues was raving about Mink. See, how not to feel excited?
The meeting time was set at 11pm. I had thought that it was late, my auntie group would normally meet at about 10pm for clubbing sessions. However, after our last session at Avalon, I know that Mink would probably be a ghost town if it is anything earlier. Ah yee joined me too. Though not excited at clubbing, she was keen to see what Mink was all about and I dragged her along. Some of the colleagues brought boyfriends and friends as well.
We arrived at about 11pm and there was no Q. We were like a pair of lost sheep when we entered the club and were glad that my colleagues came shortly. The place was small; it reminded me of those small joints along Muhd Sultan clubs that I used to visit in the past. There were only a few tables and I heard each table reservation required $3 to $5k spending a night! I wonder what these people are thinking, spending that much $$ in a night to damage their liver.
It became crowded around midnight but nobody went “up” to the dance floors until almost 1am. I was told that people would go up when the club gets so crowded that there was no space to dance. The dance floors were actually elevated platforms. Other than these platforms, there isn’t much space to dance. There were various bouncers asking people to move away from the tables. I saw this man who had a table almost turning aggressive at another who wasn’t part of his group but sat on the sofa for a rest. Having a table was like a status symbol.
The bouncers also busied to move people away from the invisible walkway. It was very crowded at certain points; imagine standing back to back with some strangers while some more strangers were shoving their way behind, trying to make it to the other side of the club through the crowd. The only comfort was that such situations didn’t happen that frequently and there was still space to groove. We tried going up the platforms too. They weren’t that big and were filled to the brim. I was actually worried about falling off the platforms. The crowd was a good mixture of the young and matured. I probably isn’t the only old person there. There was also the Royal Room with a much older crowd. People were generally drinking and chatting there. They played nice music, music from my generation in the Royal Room. Oh gosh, I do feel so old and it was so unfortunate that not many groove in the Royal Room.
My young colleagues were very wild, drinking and playing finger guessing games. I somehow couldn’t bring myself to join. I think I am too old for that. Whenever I club, it is for the dancing and I did enjoy myself that night.
Ah yee exited the club way earlier and was enjoying her coke and people watching outside the club. I met her at about 2.30am and we made our way home. My colleagues were still happily dancing and drinking away when we left. Ahhhh.. such youth, I am envious. I didn’t drink much and had to leave early, I still have my motherly duties to fulfill on Sunday. I bet many of them slept until after lunch on Sunday. Drooollllll,…
Overall, it was a nice experience clubbing with my young colleagues. I am not sure if such occurrences would take place in the future. I am only glad that I joined them on Saturday night.
Mummy Lim
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