Last week flew by me so quickly that I had no time to really sit down and edit my photos, let alone blog about them. I’ve always marvelled at people who manage to paint the town red the night before and post photos and the night’s events the next day. How do they do that? My life seems to be a mad rush these days.
“!(img)http://static.flickr.com/74/154022018_fbebfe390e_m.jpg!(Sandy, the birthday girl)”:http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannie/154022018/
“!(imgleft)http://static.flickr.com/48/154022019_fbcaf24424_m.jpg!(Trevor and I hamming it up)”:http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannie/154022019/
Two Fridays ago, we trooped down to One Rochester for a quick drink, partly to check out the place and also to gather for the upcoming birthday of Sandy.
I have to say, all that hype about One Rochester is true – the place is really a great place to chill out. The outdoor setting is cosy and intimate, there is no feeling of claustrophobia and clutter that usually accompanies nightspots. The seats were comfortable and the staff service prompt and friendly. It felt rather quaint to be sipping beer at a colonial house.
The only drawbacks of the place are its location (located somewhere far, far away in the west) and the fact that it only opens till 1am on Fridays. The drinks are a tad too expensive too, although it helps that we couldn’t stay for too long, ironically.
I got there at 1140pm after my shift ended and was surprised by the fact that nyrtap’s new girlfriend is not who I was (mis)led into thinking! That sly bugger had gotten attached to his university pal, whom I had once met briefly, for almost a year and there I was, thinking that it was her sister that he was with now. I bet they had a good laugh about it everytime I bugged him about her. Darn you, nyrtap!! *shakes fist *
Wild Wild Wet
Gawd, I don’t know why I persisted in calling it Wet Wet Wild.
Met with the guys there and we had a blast! Although it was pouring when we got there, we decided not to let a little rain get us down. Besides, it’s not as if we were intending to stay dry. So off went the clothes, out came the bikinis and the berms and we were ready to go!
The rides were not exactly exciting, and the mountain of people thronging the place was quite a turn off. But in times like these, it’s always the company that mattered and not the place.
We had a blast going down the Ular-lah slide in the rafts, with the guys trying to outdo one another in crazy antics for the camera situated towards the end of the ride. They were practically shoving their fat arses into the camera and immediately after splashing down to the bottom, we would jog over to the photo booth to look at our silly poses.
Even when going round the gentle Shiok River was full of danger when these people were around. While I was just sitting on my float and letting the “current” sweep me along, I was subjected to various acts of mischief. Somebody would invariably overturn my float or kick out at me so I went bouncing along the walls. And it was hilarious seeing them try to sabotage each other in many different and unimaginable ways (eg. nyrtap “running” away with Sandy’s float while she chased him down, shrieking her head off), or find various methods to leap from the water back onto the float.
The most pointless act of the day was getting Yakult-ed.
Basically, the Yakult is a giant bucket that is constantly being filled with water and located above the “playground”. At a certain point, when the alarm bell would sound, the bucket would overturn, causing a mini waterfall to cascade over the willing victims. Once it finishes unloading, the bucket would right itself again and continue filing up. It repeats this process for infinity.
Every time we hear the bell ring, we would yell out “eh Yakult Yakult!” and proceed to dash to the best position where the water would hit the hardest. Absolutely pointless but such a therapeutic act. I think we Yakult-ed at least 20 times that day, and were probably the number one public enemies of all the small boys and girls there that day.
We ended the day nicely with a huge ass meal at Via Mar (fantastic Cochinillo Asado or suckling pig, alright paella and delicious Sangria) topped with drinks at Mr Bean’s.
What a fabulous way to spend the weekend!
[Let’s play tag! friends, onerochester, wildwildwet]