We had a plan last night. We really did. The plan was to go to Vivo City, eat some local Singaporean food in the food court, get a cab to Geylang--the Red Light District--buy durian fruit (stinky fruit) and take it from there. None of that happened.
We ended up at a German (how ironic, right?!) bar, Brotzeit, where two guys--an Aussie and a Brit started chatting us up. They bought us a drink and then invited us to a Latino Club across the street. St James Power Station was lame with about 5 locals trying there darnest to get their groove on. Matt and Paul then invited us to go dancing at Club 72--the top floor of the Swissotel. Sure, why the hell not! Before we knew it, it was 3am.
