And the fire fades away, Most of everyday, Is full of tired excuses.
Today, was a sulky day. To me it is. No one was in the mood for anything after Bird’s, therefore followed Sally to watch The Last Kiss. I wouldn’t say it was a Bad movie, it’s just that i prefer The Holiday more.
I think The Last Kiss was redundant. As in, redundant to our everyday lives. It showed one person cheating on another and/or giving up on their relationships on the excuse of being terrified and panicked. These scenarios, in my opinion, would never, ever, Ever ever disappear from our not-so-ideal world. But at least they made a movie out of it (again), and i have to say, it’s just something to remind people, particularly men, that cheating, like i even need to say it, is B-a-d.
Waxy dedicated her latest post to Bk’s birthday night. I think it’s Al Ay Em Ee. as usual. But it’s definitely a different version that i would now account for.
Basically (quoting Miss Lourds), it was supposed to be a night of a fancy dinner in delicious by Ms Read. The pan seared salmon was delicious, lived up its name. I actually wanted to, but now have decided against Paul and Jong sitting on the other end of the table both ordering Fish and chips. It was a good meal. =)
Then came the idea of going to Laundry. I agree with Bak for overrating that place, it was totally Salmon Steak with fancy drinks and lame rappers. Then came the bright idea of going upstairs, to Sanctuary, where we were placed outside, because there was no way we were going to open two bottles of don’t-know-what liquor for a few hundred Bucks. Nuh uh.
Paul and Jong had already decided that they were gonna gulp Heinekens. It wasn’t something I didn’t expect or expected. Either way of putting it, everyone decided to check the menu. Came along the glass of Argentina 05 Merlot, if i’m not mistaken. I thought Red Wine was embarassing (but dudes at least it won’t get me “Light Headed”), but walah, a teapot appeared! lol. Okay, Sal, i thought red wine was bad, but English Breakfast Tea tops the list. Just stating the obvious, for the hundredth time. hehe.
I liked the ice bar. Everyone liked it too. I have to admit, I didn’t expect my sister to gulp vodka or whatever shots. For bak the flaming lambo or ferrari or whatever car, was acceptable, well he was pretty much conned and it Was his 19th. The only sober people left in the 10 degree celcius bar was sally and I. It was cold, not cold enough for a winter jacket but cold enough to let my Nose sandals-wearing feet to feel like they were gonna fall off! Therefore everyone got hyper, Justin kept repeating that Long Island wasn’t good, Waxy was singing to Hips Don’t Lie and letting Josh hug her, Paul was challenging Josh to more and more shots, Joel looked like he’s got a super dark tan, Kari joined into the cam whoring we got into. Oh well, in conclusion, it was a fun experience. I feel like mentioning the car ride home after that, about all the Justin’s singing and Waxy being like a kid and Joel yanking the car at the roundabout, Paul telling me my sister is cuckoo, but, it’s my paranoia. :)
So, I’m gonna make sure i have my license with me next time, and Sally, we can sit aside, sipping our iced lemon teas, and camwhore till they drop. LOL.
That pretty much sums up 09022007.
Somehow i feel pretty restless now. Overdue work, and some kinda unresolvable problems i don’t remember of is bugging me. Oh well.
