Halfway through the meal, our friend TC called. It appeared that another friend, RL, wanted to buy us a drink at Little Havana, a Cuban-style restaurant and Latin pub located at Changkat Bukit Bintang.
Incidentally, RL offered to buy me a cigar, but I had to decline because hubby thought cigars are for men, not ladies. Too bad, or I would have posted a picture of me puffing away like a chimney...LOLs.
So, what was Little Havana like last night? There were more men than women, and almost all of them are Mat Sallehs. There was one Sarung Party Girl making her rounds, trying to pick up the Mat Sallehs there.
What surprised me though, was that the quiet, unassuming Cangkat Bukit Bintang has usurped Bangsar and is now the happening place. When we left at 2:45am, the area was still very much awake and vibrant, with people milling around on the street, and cars going the wrong direction.
I guess traffic road system does not apply at graveyard hours. Either that, or insomniac vampires are above the law!! :D
