But being the prima donnas that we are, we were terrible hosts. I had work till 8, mrbrown had to make sure his kids were tucked in, and who meets up before 9pm on a Saturday night anyway?
But Kenny, being the resourceful bugger that he is, and being the swinging, young, single lad that he is, managed to find his way to Hideout, where I found him talking twenty three to the dozen with the beautiful co-owner. I also found that he wasn’t as easily swayed as I. Belinda had only managed to get him to buy one beer while he waited for me to battle traffic.
Then, all hell broke loose, and a dozen bloggers, following some rumour that he was at Hideout, arrived soon after, clamouring for Kenny’s attention.
We’d have partied and supped till dawn if not for Xiaxue managing to persuade Kenny to karaoke with her. Without us.
Go back to Malaysia, Kenny! The limelight’s ours, you hear? Don’t come here and anyhowly potong left, right and centre.
(Kenny’s here till Monday. Interested parties can take him to the night safari Sunday night. Feed him to the hungry animals).
Soy Luz Y Sombra from the album “Chavez Ravine” by Ry Cooder