I am separating this post into 2 parts mainly becoz I don’t have the pix from the nite to share yet. Hopefully, I will have them by tomorrow. *hint hint!* So this post is primarily to share some *very* important info on clubbing in KL.
Firstly, before I get unto my soapbox, let me just say this :
M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!! M.O.S. ROX!!!!!
For non-smoking clubbers like me and my man, we were indeed in EUPHORIA! It was sooooooooo awesome that we didn’t have to deal with smelly hair and clothes or needing to walk out for some fresh air outside. AWESOME-NESS, I tell ya! 
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If they pass this kinda rule in Penang, I would be squatting by that club every weekend and not be bothered with the rest on the island. Hehe….
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Anyway, enough of gloating about their no-smoking rule. Now, to something not so nicey nice.
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Maybe becos it’s one of the hottest and latest clubs in KL (Subang, to be precise) these days. Or maybe becos they cater to the chic crowd. Or maybe becos they just DESERVE TO BE SHOT! Man, in my years of clubbing, never before have I encountered such super lansi i-have-a-blardy-piranha-in-my-pants attitude (don’t mind me, I just watched Zohan recently) with the staff!
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They actually kicked out the birthday boy THREE times before we finally got into the club. Yes, THREE blardy times! Over what? A football jersey and some retarded staff who couldn’t communicate properly.
- Attempt # 1 :
Birthday boy lined up in front of the club. Got kicked out. Why?
“This is the VIP line lah! You wanna get into the club? Go join the super long line at the back where the rest of the mortals are. This line is just for jocks with loud, sports cars and thick wallets”
Ok, so I added some spices at the end but you get the idea. - Attempt # 2 :
Birthday boy joined the super long queue at the back of the building. Halfway thru, one burly bouncer pointed to him and said :
“You! Out of the line! No football jersey allowed in the club!”
WTF?!?! Never mind that there was NO sign anywhere that stated this rule. - Attempt # 3 :
This time, the rest of the gang joined the queue together with the birthday boy who had since gone to his car to replace his Liverpool jersey with a red collared t-shirt. Upon reaching the front of the line, another bouncer poked his index finger at birthday boy and went :
“This one! Football T-shirt! Cannot!”
To which someone retorted “He is wearing a t-shirt wat, not a jersey!”
The menacing bouncer came back growling “I said football T-SHIRT not allowed! Anything that is football related is NOT NOT NOT NOT allowed!”
At this point, all 10 of us were seeing red!
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WTF?!?!!! Why didn’t they communicate properly that no clothing that has any football team/club names on it is allowed??? And why couldn’t they tell us nicely as their customers instead of barking at us and throwing people out of queues????! Damn farkers!
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Then out of nowhere, a nicely-dressed Mat Salleh came up to us asking what the commotion was all about. He turned out to be the Club Manager and actually handled the situation pretty well. He immediately barked some orders to the bouncers and suddenly, the idiot who was super rude earlier became this smiley-i-m-your-new-best-fren dude with the birthday boy. What a dumb ass.
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Before we knew it, we were all ushered to the front of the line….some clean shirt miraculously appeared as a loan to the birthday boy while he checked in his red Liverpool t-shirt with the girls at the front counter, to be exchanged back at the end of the nite…then ushered upstairs to a nice table near the bar.
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It took us about 30 mins before we could all calm down and start to enjoy the good music and the smoke-free environment. Nevertheless, cool down we did and a blast we had till 3am when the lights came on. Did the party end after that? Hell no! We proceeded to TTDI for the next party which lasted for another hour or so.
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By the time we climbed into bed, it was close to 6am. What a Saturday night!
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Lesson learnt : DO NOT sport anything that is football-related if you wanna club in MOS. Nothing that has any football club or team’s logo/name/mascot/whatever. Not even your friggin’ underwear! Who knows? They may decide to check all layers. :s
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We thought about it much later and figured that it makes sense. When folks have too much to drink, they tend to say things that may instigate others (especially those in the opposing teams) and challenge them to a fight. The fact that MOS originated from London which is where the bulk of the world’s craziest footie fans are located, it’s not a surprise that MOS decided to spread the rule across all their clubs worldwide, eh?
Poor Ham! He sure is unlucky that day! Well, all’s well then… you guys going to get him super duper birthday party in Penang again right?
Wow…an evenful night, its like a fairtytale story, you have to fight your way through to get a happy ending…haha
Btw…do pass my belated birthday wishes to the birthday boy! Would be nice to see a photo of him in the ‘clean’ shirt.
Mari - You bet! We will be throwing him a belated party in Penang this Saturday. Man, his birthday like never-ending. So many celebrations across 3 weeks!
CK - Sure sure. The pix will be posted in Part 2. Am waiting for them from the photographers
Sorry….to ask such a dumb question ar…where is MOS….er..I live in Subang! I have not been clubbing for the last 8 years, so excuse me ok!
It’s right next to the Sunway Hotel lobby. You will not miss it. It has a big brightly-lit sign that says “EUPHORIA by Ministry Of Sound” (hence the acronym MOS).
I’ll be posting a few pix taken in front of the club in my next post. Look out for it.