Went to Xenbar last night...

What a disappointment....expected a hip and happening joint with dry ice, beautiful people and a live band...you know, the works....All we got was a thin crowd and a tiny dance-floor.

Arrived at around 9.30 and sat awhile at the bar area waiting for my two pallies. My first impression of the place was bad because there was a heavy odour of deep-fried animal parts at the bar area. The bar overlooks an open-kitchen, which is not really a scenic site. The Filipino bartender poured me a Coke lite and I stewed around for awhile. There was a class going on, so the dance floor was out-of-bounds. I did not enjoy waiting while being masked by the horrid oily smell.

When the dance floor was finally open, I made my way to the middle deck with a lukewarm soda in my hand. At the dance floor last night, there were no more than four chicks....There were at least ten guys! I was glib and managed to convince a young lady to dance with me...Unfortunately, she was a foot taller than me. We stumbled around because she could not clear my allardes and turns, but we did have alot of fun laughing at ourselves! We shared an okay dance, pleasant but so forgettable...I do not even remember her name now!

When I was dancing with her, my buddies Ken and Rui arrived. They ordered Tigers and vodka lime and then proceeded to slink away in the shadows to sip their drinks. After a round of bacchata with the same young lady, I went over to join them. The three of us bitched about what a sad place this was, and left half an hour later.

It was an unfulfilling evening.