So some of us got forced to go for this beer launch last Friday night at Mardi Gras, 1U.
I personally think Mardi Gras is a shit hole place but hey, maybe they’ll deck it up nice and proper for the event.
Nice and proper, they did.
Decent event deco… too bad they forgot the fans.
I arrived an hour after the event had started and the beer had run out already.
It’s not like i really wanted the free beer that night.
I just wanted a drink cos i was super thirsty.
Someone got me a warm one in the end.
I don’t see how an event can run out of alcohol an hour after it starts, when it’s *launching* that alcohol in the first place.
Standing next to SueThePixie, who loudly proclaimed it tasted like tonic water, i gazed at the stage area.
The performers were rapping, jumping around and it just seemed… bad.
Figuring i was in a terrible mood myself for lack of appetite the whole week, i kept quiet.
Roen came to stand next to me and started inspecting the performance too.
Tiba-tiba he burst out, “Seriously, what. The. Fuck. Is that?!”
He gestured at the stage impatiently.
Turning to him, i blurted, “Okay. So it’s not me, right? I thought it was just my bad mood that made me think that’s rubbish.”
“No, really. What are they trying to achieve? What’s their concept?”
The fellow was getting damn emo.
But he should know what he’s talking about cos he does events.
And i attend enough events to know what i’m talking about.
Roen disappeared into the crowd and i walked around, looking at the time till i could leave.
It was damn hot.
The crowd was really mixed up.
It was too crowded.
There were no fans.
There were no drinks.
I had the VIP tag but even *that* couldn’t get me a cold beer.
Imagine everyone else who was lining up for free beers.
I cannot la.
Stood at the side with MarkLee and Co. and found Roen again.
Studying the bottle, i pointed out a phrase on it to him.
It read: “All fun. No boredom.”
He glared at it in aggravation, “I’m fucking bored.”
Really couldn’t tahan la after that, so i left my half bottle of unfinished beer and headed for my car.
We don’t get the beer’s ‘fun’ concept…
Why is it “I am a party a*imal!”???
Is ‘N’ a bad letter? I don’t get it.
Someone please explain the copywriting to me.
Now, a *real* party animal would go –“What are you talking about?! I don’t party! I’m good! I stay at home! WOOHOO!!!” *waves arms in air like mad person on random night*