Tuesday, May 30, 2006

A Ball of a Time

Balls: you have them or you don't. (in which case, you're female, a wuss, or something in between. Eek.)

INSEAD Balls: You have two of them. Actually, two of two of them, which makes four. But never at the same place at the same time. You have two balls in summer, and two balls in winter. It's funny though: having Summer and Winter Balls in Singapore makes a huge mockery of the tropicality of the locale.

So, there are 2. (I sound like some jedi in the dumb prequels already).

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My impressions of Summer Ball (the Fontainebleau edition held at Courances):

Food ran out. Food came back again. Food ran out again.

Eating sushi off napkins. No plates and cutlery. Long queues for bite-sized morsels which don't taste good anyhow.

Food ran out.

Champagne drinking... Champagne ran out. Nevermind, switch to some other alcohol.

Oh yes, wonderful chateau. Huge big house with cobblestone paths that were made for horse carriages but not leather soles and pointy heels. Painful walks: should have just stepped on the grass. But hell, great house.

Food came. Food ran out again.

Two tents, two themes (notice how its always two). Picture scenes of people dancing to all kinds of music, no particular genre (no point, people too drunk). Picture also, if you will, some of the alumni, in their 40s and 50s shaking their booty to Staying Alive (shudder). Go for more champagne.

Champagne ran out.

Fireworks! Highlight for the evening; smell of gunpowder in the air. Pop, crackle, sizzle.

Back for more alcohol. Holding onto the glass for dear life in case they ran out as well (which they did... several times).

Danced like a feverish monkey in a macabre carnival of the animals.

Danced like a fiddler on a hot tin roof wearing only 3 socks. (hehe...)

Sitting in the rain, wondering what the hell's going on.

Talked. Talked. Talked. Hazy conversations and lazy monologues.

Had more alcohol. Ran out again.

Danced like a caged bird with cruel boys poking little sticks at it.

Turned around: where did everyone go?

Had enough. Headed to the car. Slept.

The end.

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