Madness

It was a madcap weekend.

And I thought after crashing into bed immediately the minute I got home from the drunken golf game, my Friday night would have diminished into a quiet low. For once.

But nooo. Little did I know, it had barely just begun.


The message came right about one in the morning when I was already out on the way to a late and groggy dinner.

Fatmama: Where are you?
Gorgeous: Fong. Hey, I wanna go Macau. Wanna join?
Fatmama: Sure, of course.
Five seconds later...
Fatmama: Er... you mean like now?
Gorgeous: Yah now.
Fatmama: You mean like you could go now if you wanted to?
Gorgeous: Of course I can.
Fatmama: Oh I didn't know that.
Gorgeous: You really up for it?
Fatmama: To Macau? Yeah.
Gorgeous: You can go over?
Fatmama: Why Macau?
Gorgeous: Poker. Maybe Blackjack too.
Fatmama: Ok. Let's elope.
Gorgeous: You have passport on you?
Fatmama: (almost spitting out her yu dan because this sounded like real non-drunken business now) No. Gotta go back home.
Gorgeous: With passport is enough right?
Fatmama: Yes. You have it? So what's our plan?
Gorgeous: I don't need. But you do. So we pick you up.

In less than five minutes, Gorgeous and Hilarious turned up right before my eyes even before I could finish up the last yu dans, whisked me away in a cab, dropped me home, then escorted me to the runaway ferry - but not before I grabbed three cans of Heinekens and stuffed it into my bag. We'd make that a runaway love boat.



So by three in the morning, the runaway love boat sailed away from the harbor. We drank the Heines out of the barf bags. Hilarious gave us an awesome rendition of 'Purple Rain'. We ate hotdogs and crappy tuna sandwiches which Hilarious squashed into samosa-like... stuff.

By four-thirty, we were strolling into glitzy Galaxy Hotel, and waltzing into the Star World Casino. And that was when I confessed to Gorgeous.

"This is my virgin trip to a casino." Which almost shocked the eyeballs out of his big gorgeous brown eyes.

By five-thirty, I reckoned I had figured out the game of poker, sitting next to Gorgeous even though I was supposed to be Mrs Hilarious. I got my own five hundred dollars worth of credit.

And it lasted me all the way till nine in the morning.

By the time we left at nine-thirty, the morning crowd had invaded the Baccarat tables.

Gorgeous crashed all the way from the cab ride through the ferry ride, while Mr and Mrs Hilarious just laughed all the way home about how... well, hilarious the whole affair had been.


Hilarious. It was absolutely hilarious.

That was all I could say the entire night. And that was all I could describe about my unlikely virgin casino trip to the other folks.