And later checked out some place called Aquabar down in the Clarke Quay nightclub area. It was like some sort of travelling circus (a.k.a.: mobile). The third time the power went off, Anna, Emily, and I took it as a sign from the heavens that it was time to leave. But first, we made the mistake of trying to use the 'bathroom.' One of the bartenders directed our attention to two portable toilets a short distance away. me: "are you serious"
him (with a deadpan expression): "yes"
me: "ok, just checking"
Needless to say we opted to make use of the facilities at a nearby restaurant before booking it out of there. 
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