LoLLiGoesPop

New Year Eve party at Mono Karaoke Bar was full of little incidents.
- unable to get a cab off the road so called for cab.
- was told no entry for men in bermuda upon arrival. had to pay a deposit of $50 to rent a pair of long pants.

after the initial unhappiness, Macallan 12 yrs took control of the entire party situation. haha..

then Macallan 12 yrs took over my consciousness.
somehow Mr J dragged me outta the place.
hijacked a young chap’s cab to share cuz he’s also going in the west direction.
puking goes on from waiting-for-cab, while-in-the-cab to arrival-at-destination.

i only recalled Mr J scolding the taxi uncle.
that’s cuz he was nagging non-stop at the young chap for helping his friends to call cab and him to allow us to share cab with him.

Then the next thing i knew, was waking up in my party clothes. watch gone. hair in a mess.
now WHERE’S MY GOLD BAG?!?!?!

jumped outta bed. searched the room. nothing is blinging.
my gold bag + 2 phones + coach card wallet all gone. (OUCH!)
3hrs later, we also realised Mr J’s Prada card wallet is gone too. (OUCH! OUCH!)

24 hrs later, i still nvr give up.
i called my phone. it’s still ringing. super weird.
if it was taken by someone, he/she would have switched off the phone.

Mr J then went to check his letterbox.
Everything is in his letterbox!!! Thank God!!
He probably kept everything in his letterbox when he tried to carry the drunk-me from carpark to his lift.
SMART RITE!!

that’s the super high Mr J.
so super high that he would leave everything in letterbox and yet dun remember at all!!!

Thank God!