I had pizza, some drinks and a lot of talking about past stories from school and work. One ordered a drink for all of us, one I didn't know what was or what it tasted like but I suddenly just felt like "don't ask questions, just drink it." Not used to all that drinking but after that one shot, I was glad it didn't taste as bad as I expected.
They decided on going into a club at Clark Quay afterwards but that's really not my thing and I was tired, it was after midnight, there were no more buses and trains to ride home, only taxi cabs which were expensive, so I was too anxious and dying to get home.
My friend and I finally got off the bunch and had walked along two walkway tunnels with really nice graffiti art. I had taken a few more photos but these were the only sharp ones I got. I was not able to focus on taking photos as I was really dying to get home and was tired and everything.



