People might not believe it by looking at me, but I’m not much of a club person. While my physique suggests I can tear up a dance floor like a famished pitbull at a Westin Sunday brunch, and my breath carries a scent as delicate as a hand-crafted Chivas Green Tea, I tend to keep my distance from clubs, much like an observer based miles away from a nuclear explosion on a Pacific atoll.
Thus, when Hei Hei club opened some 30 months ago near Workers Stadium east gate, I made my observations from afar, namely, from my apartment overlooking the area, and imagined that structure decorated in a rainbow of lights as a spaceship gussied up for Christmas and about to launch to the North Pole. When Hei Hei said bye bye and changed to Le Nest club, I made much the same observation. And now, when something is afoot at Le Nest, my involvement is limited to snapping a few photos as I walked past and summarizing my discussion with a security guard there: he knows nothing.
But if you are into clubs, then hope springs eternal. As you can see, there is plenty of building material — paving stones, bricks and the like — and sound equipment, so perhaps it is only a matter of time before that rainbow of lights returns..