Not part of the pretty crowd
There was a party scheduled there, so ... we thought ... it won't be that bad, there'll be at least lots of booze and hopefully, good music. It would be a nice place to chill out, we thought.
So we hopped into our beach gear (in retrospect, bad move) , paid the $6 entry fee ($2 for the car, $2 for each of us), parked and trudged to Tanjung Beach - which is nearer the golf course and the ex-Beaufort-now-known-as-The-Sentosa- hotel.
We get there, and it looks promising: The music is thumping loudly, there are sheesha pipes under these chic lean-tos on the beach itself.
Aha... and that's when it all starts to go weird. First lesson: don't wear beach gear to the beach party. That ratty pair of pants, t-shirts and surf shorts are simply not going to cut it. Bejewelled kaftans, berms and shirts right out of a Banana Republic ad, or all white, tight duds are de riguer.
2) Second lesson: Don't assume that all you need to go to the beach is a slap dash of sunscreen. You need makeup. Like full on mascara, blusher and lip gloss. Note: there was one chick who had kueh-lapis layers of black, purple and pink on her lids. She's Chinese so there isn't much lid to paint in the first place...
3) For women, your coiffeur should also be gorgeously curled... For the dudes: your hair should also be impeccably styled. The sea breeze coming off the breakers should not be able to move a single strand. Wear sunglasses. The more transparent (read ineffective against the sun) the better.
4) You should be a son of a pasha or some equivalent: Drinks, while available, are expensive.
We blew something like $120 or more in less than three hours.
And we could still walk to the car after.
Sigh. Think still mentally unwilling to let go of the 75 US cents Angkor beer concept.
Suffice to say that we were *not* part of the pretty crowd; they *all* have better bodies and have great accessories. Aiyah, just tragic that when I am so not-in-shape (G tells me that my best days are long gone... sigh) and when I am so not in the hip crowd, that such happening parties happen... hummm did that last sentence make sense?
But that said... it is quite nice...here's a picture of the beach at sunset, taken on my trusty mobile phone no less.
And we did have a good time just watching the beautiful people, and wondering whether that beautiful-person-in-that-tiny-bikini has cellulite, whether that chap-who-looks-like-he-works-on-his-abs-everyday has a job or he has some sweet cash coming in from mommy/daddy etc etc, that kind of bitchy thing.
Anyhoos.
Also spotted at the Sentosa beach on a sweltering afternoon: two (!) wedding couples wading in the sand and surf - in their wedding frippery, full gowns and suits, complete with veils, ties etc etc. The grooms looked extremely hot and bothered.. and I can't imagine getting the sand out of the gowns... but hey, its a long-running tradition to get into the weirdest possible places for these once-in-a-lifetime photos... I mean several thousand people doing it a year, they can't all be wrong, right?
you forgot the most important lesson of all from this incident:
if you unwittingly subject yourself to poseur bourgeois frippery, DO NOT, then, go on and spend $120 on drinks that do nothing to alter your states of consciousness.
and btw, i think you still have a great pair of legs. and even if that perception is a consequence of my failing eyesight, at least you know you were once bond girl material. no one, on the other hand, would have considered eugene a 007 even in his youth (which is, what, a lifetime ago?)
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