What’s a Yule?

So I spent Christ­mas Eve at home with the fam­ily. Then I went out.

Lat and his Lot (not their real names) had decided on a fun boys’ night out at Thumper at Good­wood Park Hotel. So I invited myself along. It’s always fun being out with Lat and his Lot. You’re almost guar­an­teed to drink a lot, and you get to have strength in num­bers when ogling at women, and if you’re ade­quately ine­bri­ated, you get to have strength in num­bers when try­ing to chat up the women you’ve ogled at.

To gen­er­ate some pre-going out hype, I told Lat and his Lot a story I heard a cou­ple of days ago about some­thing that hap­pened at Thumper. In the car park at Good­wood Park Hotel, to be precise.

The car park behind the hotel is quite brightly lit these days, and it was to my friend’s (who told me the story) shock that she saw a parked Porsche* car­ry­ing a man in the driver’s seat car­ry­ing a woman rid­ing astride him mov­ing up and down and down and up. All while peo­ple were mak­ing their way to their cars after a party at Thumper last Sat­ur­day. The friend who told me the story was just as shocked when I told her if I had a Porsche, I’d want to be the man in the driver’s seat with a woman rid­ing astride me, and that I’d even roll down the win­dow and stick my face out just so peo­ple mak­ing their way to their cars would know it’s me.

Nei­ther me nor Lat or any of his Lot own a Porsche or any­thing that comes close, so our chances of pulling that trick weren’t very high. Still, we had our fun drink­ing enough to want to chat up some women, ask­ing them if they’d ride astride any one of us if any one of us owned a Porsche that was parked out­side. Unfor­tu­nately, the music play­ing was a bit loud, so the women couldn’t hear us very well.

So full of Christ­mas spirit he’s about to throw up. Christ­mas Day Lunch, Hu Cui Shang­hai Restau­rant, Ngee Ann City.

*Any Porsche but the Cayenne. With the Cayenne, all you’ll get is Christo­pher Lee rid­ing astride you ask­ing if he can turn on the Fann.