 | Sri Melayu, El Nino and Hard Rock Cafe.
 | We arrived at Sri Melayu at 8.30pm, just when the cultural performance was about to
start. We were ushered in passed the mock bride and groom who were standing at the
entrance, which gave the que for the kompang band to start. The bridal parade was
beautifully done, and all the dance performances on stage were gracefully blended in. |
| All this festivity didn't stop us from starting off with the satay, and believe me,
between the four of us, we devoured, literally, stacks of food (esp. the roticanai!) Lubna
& Adeeba simply loved the food, and we were there until 11pm, still chomping through
our desserts, when James, Julie and Parish decided to drop in because we had missed our
appointment of meeting them in El Nino at 10pm. |
| James and Julie then added to all the fun as they were most friendly and chatty, while
Parish who was from UK but working in Malaysia, provided a perspective for Lubna &
Adeeba to compare notes. |
| Well, with all that stocked-up energy waiting to be unleashed, we said our goodbyes to
Sri Melayu and headed for El Nino. This is the much-heard-of Latin-American nightclub that
is supposed to be the happening place with loads of gorgeous scenery abound. I
must admit, the latter was very true (I would say jaw-droppingly true), but the former -
well, maybe it was a weekday, so it was rather dead. There was no one dancing! |
| A few of us treated ourselves to the floor, but seeing that the likes of James, whose
philosophy of "no-dancing" extended to "I paid RM15 to get entertained by
you guys" - meant that we had to move on to livelier pastures. Also, we couldn't spot
Jameel (Khalid's friend too) and Azlina (Jameel's wife), who were supposed to join us (but
found out the next day that they did arrive and hour later as they adhered to 'Malaysian'
time.) |
| This brought us to Hard Rock Cafe, opposite Shangs, which was really happening (I would
say floor-stompingly happening!) Now this is what I call a dance party. Just to give you
an indication, the moment Adeeba stepped in, she was dragged off by an unknown man, who
wanted to dance with her, and probably asked for her hand in marriage if she hadn't
stopped him. |
| This was our que to jump into the crowd and marathon for the next hour or so dancing to
what Lubna said was music that would "make Khalid be in his element." Needless
to say, all this body bopping attracted the neighbouring male Aussies, who zoomed towards
Adeeba, Lubna and Tesy like metal to a magnet. Failing to get the girls' attention, they
even took a swipe at me, when one of them hugged me from the back, and yanked me around.
That was a pretty disgusting experience. |
| Julie soon united with us, dancing even after the live band DV8 had come on stage and
was waiting for us to stop before they could proceed with their performance. We didn't, so
they just had to make do. But they were incredibly good. Our dancing even continued on top
of the benches and tables, which was where James and Parish were observing us. Lubna is
certainly filled with dancing genes to the brim, and for the very first time, we witnessed
the hip-hop of James, as he too succumbed to the sensation of the night (actually morning
by now, around 2am.) |
| James and gang decided to leave but the diehards danced on until the last ounce of music
was played, which was around 3am, after which we adjourned to Shangs and said our
goodnights to Lubna & Adeeba. I arrived home and got into bed at 4:15am. What an
evening! Make sure you read Tesy's version of this
fabulous event. |
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