We B Clubbin'

My first jet-lag free weekend saw me attend another night club by the name of Arena, where my friend was spinnin' some tracks commencing at around 12 AM. After dropping some OK beats, a live hip-hop band came out on stage and performed all my favorite hits like Move Bitch, Get Out the Way, and Put Yo Hands in the Err If U Fu**in' Tonight.

I don't see too many black dudes in Singapore, so I asked the lead singer/rapper what it was like to be a brotha in Asia, to which he smiled and said, "Cain't nobody fu** wit us." I smiled and nodded my head in agreement.

Clubs here in Singapore, much like the ones in the states, are designed to disorient your vision, hearing, and sense of judgment, until all of a sudden you realize you're sitting at a lounge table with rich Chinese college students ordering $500 bottles of brandy. When it was my turn to buy I decided to leave just as masterfully as I had entered their lovely circle.

My friend the DJ and her Chinese friend with the kind of haircut a $10,000 monthly allowance can buy you.

Next I wandered into a bar with live rock music, and the song that caught my ear was Led Zepplin's The Ocean. I jumped inside and bought myself a beer after hearing the opening line from the intro, and then immediately chugged my beer and left once the guy started singing.

Next weekends festivities include a BBQ at a soccer mate's $30K/month black and white colonial bungalow. The week after invloves a business trip to Mysore, India, where I hear some elephants came from the forest and attacked the local population, killing one.