Last night’s adventure was SO New Years Eve revisited! cue:puke
The highly anticipated revamp of Frangipani didn’t really excite me. Honestly, I preferred the pre-renovated look. I the only thing merciful about the new look was the abundant space it had to offer. No more old crowded Frangipani it used to be. I don’t understand the rationale of having a ‘non-smoking’ area when it is not sealed off from the smoking area? I mean, smoke will definitely permeate the entire expanse of Frangipani, so if you’re not a first hand smoker, you’ll get a whammy from second hand smoke.
Another star for more sitting places to indulge in chatter. Oh and lovely cushions too
I didn’t handle my drinks well last night … the long island tea had the last laugh. I should have stopped drinking in the car when I knew I had enough. Did I? NO
I woke up to an unfamiliar place … how on earth did I end up here? I glanced to my right and there was CJ sleeping. The worse part was I don’t even remember leaving Frangipani. The last I recalled was that I puked pretty badly in the toilets of Frangi.
Even stranger, my shirt and pants was totally different.
NO, get your head out of the gutter. Nothing happened and I’m damn sure about that. It was just a crazy night. Gosh, I got to stop drinking like a fish (but that’s what we all say)
Shocking


