Martell

I just came back home via Calvin in the Tan family Integra, from supper, and before that, the Martell event. Now I speak as if it were the Event, and really, in the world of would-bes and media-type posers, it seemed rather so.


A precursor to the event itself, was when our friend Kenneth (also affectionately known as Kenny, or KO) got out of the car and went to check out the parking lots jam we were in when we were arriving and looking for a place to park. It turns out some guy - a white Subaru WRX - parallel parked with his butt too far out on a sloping S-curved one way road. A bus could not get through, and thus neither could anyone else. Four police folk came, three of them men, and they and KO went to physically lift up the car into place so the bus could get through and clear up the traffic. Subsequently all the cars parallel parked (illegally) were booked. Hah.


Anyway I have no photos to show of the event itself, you shall have to just wait for it in Juice or from Dawn Yang's blog or something like that.


What I do have, is a large swollen bruise on my shin. You see, the organisers had this, manner, of putting strange boxed-up plywood contraptions in the way of the crowd, to act as platforms for Martell-high folks to dance on. It completely blends in with the surrounding darkness. Or maybe it is just me.


Martell is great, and we had a few nice drinks. One was with caramel - excellent. I had two of those. We each had a shot of something, which is also Martell, but with what else, we couldn't decipher, it was slightly minty. I don't like shots. There was also the green-tea version, which Eleanor liked and it was Cal's favourite drink at a time. They were all free flow, not that we could drink very much anyway.


Except for an uncle that Eleanor was rather amused by, because he obviously had too much Martell. He was sprawled on the street and on bouncers who were taking him away. He also, according to Eleanor, scolded cars and sprawled on their bonnets.


The music they were spinning was okay, the jumbled mix that events do because they have to please everyone, which meant that you don't get a long continuous strain of what you would personally like.


It is also amazing how many familiars you can spot at this kind of event. Spotted: an ex-church mate, an ex-banker-colleague, and the odd celeb and pseudo-celeb, important public type figures. Everyone here and there seemed either out of place or rather falsely-dignified that they got invited to the event, if you know what I mean. But well, so were we, we aren't even media or in the related industries.


The plus of it all, is still the Martell itself. Yum. We got a free bottle of Martell to take home too! Yay! No more lonely nights, ohhh, no more lonely nights. Well, not literally, it just signifies that it is probably a cue for another party at home very, very soon.


After awhile, we walked to the car a long way - the event was atop Mount Faber, at Jewel Box, and needless to say the nearest lots were occupied. And no valet parking either. C rested in the car and I with him, because he is actually rather allergic to alcohol - with blackening vision, low blood pressure, nausea and all that, thankfully seldom so. After about half an hour or so, we went to Geylang for supper - beef kway teow.


Yum, still lingering for some caramel Martell.