Highlights of the night for me: the requisite ABBA-thon, everybody dancing (disco, Bollywood, and line), Tatine screaming at Badrul for stopping Clair Marlo's "Till They Take My Heart Away" mid-song, me (ehem) belting out "Grease" and "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" ("guitars!"), and those karaoke montages of women with overflowing bikinis as a roomful of Muslims watch (with horror?). Yep, we Asians do have major differences, but hey, we all know the lyrics to crappy Celine Dion songs when they come on. Can we have more nights like this please?
(And do come back you guys. You'll be sorely missed. Hope to see you all again, wherever, whenever).