We gobbled down tons of food (tumerik chicken wings, vegetarian duck-wannabe, beehoon and a myriad of home baked cakes and the finely sliced Prawn Salad in thousand island dressings) and wash it down with bottom-less Heineken fountains.
It was a nice meal and drinks but like all good things, the joyous meal came to an abrupt end, when the host systematically clean up Dogma’s wallet during the night long gambling marathon.
Dogma managed to made it out alive, albeit RM80 poorer
It must have been the dog with a quirky stare that took my luck away.
A nice party nonetheless.