Ministry of Sound

Hey all together, the second weekend and you'll never guess where I've been Saturday night. Yeah right - the “ministry of sound”. This famous club lies right in the middle of the Singaporean “Bermuda triangle” and is well known due to its bigger brother in London. So, “Herman the German” who also stays in the apartment, and I went downtown to Clarke Quay. Mainly to hash a look at the occuring Miss Reef election, but we were way to late, and so just got ourself some beer, which is – as I previously mentioned - a luxurious good down here. Getting the taste we decided to go to the ministry. Queues as long as in hollywood movies, fog from the cooler Aircon air drifting outside, giving the arriving Porsches, Ferraris and BMWs more effect, and grimmy looking bouncers at the doors. Once inside we got equipped with vodka-redbull for a lot of money, and I mean, a LOT.
So there we were in this sacred halls – so what to make out of this opportunity?
Dancing? Of course. Meeting women? One should think. Actually this turned out to be quite of a sausage party, which wouldn't be that big of a deal because my attentions lay somewhere else, but it's kind of an awkward feeling, dancing, surrounded by a pack of guys looking for score.
So after that mentioned jar, and two more drinks which happened to come free with the entrance fee as I found out later – I was standing in this place wondering what all this fuzz was about, and leaving it once more with that conclusion that clubbing and me, isn't going to work.