Boys will be Boys…no matter what age they arrive at. Last night, a bunch of them descended on V-Golf for a night of debauchery…
Neja, in a subdued mood, appeared in a black ensemble, understated and elegant…at least on the surface…Her escorts for the night was Simon, her long-time consort, and Dave, international playboy aka Faye’s Ex…
Andrew, as usual, was the gracious host. Charming with an engaging smile that left quite an impression…
Gordan was the first to arrive…Billy came, golfed a little…and left…(Baby, you never kissed me goodbye!) First-timers (to me at least), Lip Wei (I think there’s a shot somewhere), Nagesh, Robin (I almost mistook him for Woffles), Wai Kin (walau, so handsome leh!) paid lip service to this old girl…
Bernard (yes, buy Natuzzi!) was there. There was talk about joining him in Bintan for an excursion of sorts. Just Neja and an entire orgy of guys…and the flying fox…and the trampoline…wouldn’t that be SOOOO fun?
Then there was legal eagle, Winston, who charged her with assault and battery on his child-self a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… Strangely, Neja has no recollection of this offence…although she remembered smacking a certain James for obstruction.
Alan was really, really late…but the important thing is he came…all over me. Was there a shot of our embrace?…we can totally blackmail him!
Fabian…you really can’t go wrong with a name like that…it’s almost like Fabio (you remember him on the covers of those trashy romance novels from a long time ago?)…yes, I was in heaven there in his arms…or was he in mine?...oh dear, I’m getting a bit muddled…the night was a blur…David, stop prying me with alcohol…I’m not Faye, you know…I’m a good girl…at least I think I still am…
Jack arrived…and brought it…vintage Jack'isms…like an old wine, intoxicating, with warm undertones…so the heavy drinking commenced….and the salacious talk…about girls in shorts the size of PSP…hmm…must go back and look in my "drawers"…I think I have some of those…smaller even...like postage stamps!
It was kinda fun, and strangely endearing watching those Boyz to Men…reverting from Men to Boyz again after imbibing…I guess not much has changed after all.
And for the first time in her life, she stayed up past her bedtime, her curfew and what-not, and did not reach home until about 2 am in the morning…hungover and in a whole lot of trouble…but she can’t wait to do it all over again…when they gather to watch the World Cup next month…football anyone?
Thks Neja for that wonderful write-up :)
PS: Looks like the world cup is upon us ... when should we gather again?
- Alan Fu
