…that clubbing with guys is more fun than clubbing with girls.

No, I’m not gonna do a Brokeback anytime soon, but when I was at O Bar at Robertson Walk last night, I didn’t enjoy myself as much as I normally do when I hang out with Greg and whoever else might be out.

But let’s start from the very beginning. The snap decision to go out clubbing was brought upon by the fact that we had finally stepped down as the 15th Ex-Co of NTU CSA. After over a year, the term of servant leadership was complete and we wanted to celebrate it. So with chaplain in tow, some twelve of us, including the freshmen from this year’s FOC went out to have a bit of clean enjoyment.

I don’t recall why we scrapped our plans to visit the Ministry of Sound (I’m not stoned… I just wasn’t there when the decision was made), but we soon found ourselves straddling Dbl O and O Bar. That is, until we realised that the freshmen among us were underaged. So the 15th left Dbl O and spent the rest of the night dancing away at O Bar.

It was fun until the wrong crowd started coming in. Seeing a bunch of seven young girls dancing together (only Bowo, Greg, Iggy, Jivan and myself were on the dance floor - James and Wesley were more or less stuck at the bar counter) a couple of guys we didn’t know thought they’d move in for some action. I was slow in recognising this, but after one of them started to grind his hips against our girls, the fun ended in my head and I went into ‘bodyguard’ mode. It was satisfying, to say the least, how my presence was a deterrent to others. I was a turn off and proud of it. Heh.

There was a Caucasian guy that pretended to be drunk (he was probably just high, but I could see that he still had his limited mental faculties) who tried to create a scene among our group, but to no avail, even though he did literally crash into one of the girls (intentionally or otherwise, I’ll never know). He later went on to remove his shirt with another group, resulting in security action, so I suppose he must have just been plain nuts.

In spite of all that, I’m personally thankful that the day ended without any major incident and that everyone, even me, had our share of fun. As James, Greg and I shared outside O Bar, it was funny how, on the last day of our term of service that we finally got our wish to organise a ‘CSA Mambo Nite’ out.

To those from the 15th who went and who will probably never read this *LOL* and to the freshmen who came with us on the spur of the moment… thank you for a great night.