That’s It, Next time I seduce the rich guy

 I really need to keep up with these posts. I say this every time lately. Sunday was another one of those days that I thought to be rather uneventful, but we picked it up and had a grand time.

After posting on my Facebook my desires to see Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol Deb contacted me and let me know that she had complimentary tickets. Score. To this point I had never seen a movie in another country so was actually quite curious about what the experience would be like. This venue was set to be the Grand Cathay Theatres (I may have added grand for dramatic effect). I arrived early to ensure I wouldn’t be lost, naturally.

While walking around the mall I spotted this big white ball. I remembered what my conversation with Mags, was about these white balls. They were to be set adrift in the middle of the Marina Bay and lit up right at midnight on NYE. Your mission should you choose to accept, is to write down your NYE wish, and that I did. I took a picture and was going to post this, but then I remembered that you aren’t supposed to share your wishes as this prevents the glory of magic from actually occurring.  Cool concept anyway though.

In what seemed to be the elevator ride from hell, where it goes down, then up then down then stops on every floor leading to the fifth we made it to our screen. The biggest of them all, big plush seats, carpeted everywhere and the big red curtain hiding the screen. The only huge difference is that theatres here have assigned seating. O and the mandarin subtitles throughout the movie. To be honest though, you don’t notice it after the first 5 minutes. Mission Impossible was good, a little predictable at times, but solid entertainment for a testosterone fill being.

After the movie Deb and I grabbed a bite to eat. I had Umami or eel, which was very meat like I must say, the way it was prepared was nothing out of this world, but satisfying to say the least.

Deb was invited to a house warming and brought me along. This was a great opportunity to meet new people, and that I did. Most of the people at the house warming worked at the Marina Bay Sands and originally came from the US.  And while I hate to be called American myself, I do enjoy running into my fellow North American brothers and sisters. 

This was one of the first times I had an opportunity to chat about hockey with anyone. On that note UFC as well. I discovered there is a MMA gym in Singapore, and decided to check it out later. I also now have a venue to watch the next set of fights, so I no longer need to panic to find it online again.

We had a few drinks, some BBQing, a few rounds of pool and a few games of Rockband. I met a fellow Canadian while I was there as well. He was from Toronto which kind of sucks, but hey he is Canadian so it’s a start. It’s amazing how when you meet someone so close to where you are from (relatively of course) you almost feel like family. It holds true for the people I met at Internations.

Later on in the evening of the their buddies showed up in an Aston Martin V12 Vantage. I became weak in the knees when she purred into the driveway. Randomly his date for the night was one of the models from the Renee L launch on Thursday. Small world I must say.