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This weekend is officially one of the greatest weekends i have ever spent in the UK. I’m writing from 77 City Road in Dunkirk, Nottingham where Ian, Wesley, Jo and I decided to pay a surprise visit to Ram who was Celebrating his 21st Birthday a little late. So basically the plan was to gatecrash Ram’s Celebration at the ‘Pitcher and Piano’ Bar which incidently is one of the most beautiful bars i have been to. It is basically an old Cathedral Converted to a stylish, yuppie bar. No pictures unfortunately, too busy drinking =p. 4 of us decided to have dinner there as the main congregation was having dinner at some turkish restaurant and we were trying our best to stay inconspicuous. Dinner, not so special, crab cakes were just crab, rice, flour and Kunyit. By the time Ram arrived, we had already gone thru a round of alcohol and were ready to freaking party! Alas, the bar, being a haven to yuppies, had a “No student ID, IC or Driving License or Passport policy” so half the guys had to go back to get em. As soon as Ram stepped in, the real drinking began.

1 x Absinthe Shot
1 x Black Sambuca Shot
1 x Red Aftershock
1 x Tequilla shot
1 x Vodka Shot

Shortly ensued. Stupid Micheal. Having knocked back a couple of pints already, needless to say we were very merry, with the exception of Ms Ooi, who became pretty well acquainted with an Ice bucket.

Met up with Jenn Friis, Q, Pravisha and Huayu who couldnt get in coz of the stupid bouncer. After some strings were pulled (Kudos to the powerful men Douglas n Q), we managed to get tickets to go to ISIS, a student club where the ISB was having a night. As soon as i stepped in, the first thing i noticed was how many indians there were~! I swear it was my retribution.

We realized after arriving that Ram had gone missing. It was later found out that he had puked all over the cab floor, Nick squealed like a little girl and soiling fee for the cab is very expensive. Ram henceforth was known as Vom-ey McPukePuke or Pukey Mc Vom Vom.

Ram took one for the team, so we honoured him by freaking partying some more!

The music at ISIS is pretty wrong, a mix of Kipas music, Cheesy R&B, and some splurts of House. Songs to note:

Dj Tiesto – Barber Bang Bang
Azzido Da Bass – Dooms night

Just before closing we decided to go back to Cows place to play What the Fuck, a drinking game where ultimate secrets are revealed. Wesley had a bottle of port which we put to good use. we found out some pretty nasty shit, like what Ivy would do for a convertable, hint: It has something to do with a cactus =p

I swear i have never laughed so much at the stupid shit we did after we finished that bottle.
Quote of the moment: “If we can’t sleep, No one gets to!” – Caroline.

I would be scared to live with Ernest and Caroline, such cruel people. We tried waking everyone up with Loud Ringtones, Funny Ringtones and Annoying Ringtones. We even locked ram into his own room. Since Jo had to leave for paintball (?!)at 5:30am we waited till then and sent her off in a cab of course whilst throwing stones at Ivy’s window. Finally we decided to call it a day at around 7am.

The Next day, the weather was AMAZING! we are talking HOT as hell. I woke up to Ram Hugging the Kitchen Dustbin as Pukey Mc Vomvom reared his ugly butt in my face. I later found out he did 5 more shots and half bottle of champagne before pitcher, so he’s not such a wuss after all. We decided to get some sun and Moved to table out to the pavement where we played some poker and ordered takeaway for lunch. We sat outside enjoying the sun, throwing chicken wing bones at Ivy’s window, laughing and chatting the day away. It was the model summers day! With Latin Lounge and R&B booming in the background I could not think of a better place to be.

Dinner was Hooters, and as you can see from the pictures, there was a HELL lot of food. We are talking 100 chicken wings, 20 Prawns, 20 mussels and the likes. The waitresses were ALL top heavy, but evened out by the bottom. Shit…
Quote of the Moment: “Who can squeeze my balls that way? Micheal, Micheal, Micheal, talking bout Micheal…” Sung to the tune of My Girl

L to R: Ian “Bonecruncher” Oh, Wai “Slowly but steady” Sun, Wesley “I-eat-wings-with-fork-and-knife” Ng, Micheal “The Vacuum” Tiong, Caroline “Cow” Wong, Ernest “I’m Not Done Yet” Fung, Ramana “Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy ILIKESAYINGTHATWORD Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy”.

We ended the day with more Poker, where Ram is officially the worst poker player in history. 5 Hands and he squandered away 60 Dollars (Monopoly Money). Tsk tsk tsk…

Alls quiet now, and all i can hear is Wesley Snoring in the background. I will remember this weekend for a long time to come. Thank you Notters for the AMAZING time, Ram, Mic, Wes, Jenn, Huayu, Pravi, JO, Ernest, Cow, Man-Hater, Syed, Hisham, Nick, and everyone else… You made my weekend. Horng and Heidir, you missed a hell lot! Next round is in Manchester… GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE BEFORE THE 12TH

A very very tired

Luc