Reading and Doing and The Annual Drinking Binge
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Ooh. I almost forgot you. Almost forgot that there is some place I can pen my thoughts, observations, complaints and what nots.
That I have actually been READING. Halfway is the best word to describe my reading skills. I am halfway thru at least 3 books. What possessed me to start another when I haven’t finished one? Did that last book actually bore me? Or did it simply not speak to me like it used to?
I sped throught Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. I will say it here now. I have had a crush on him since I first saw him on cable TV, which I now do not have. I’m in love with the way he writes, speaks, cooks, eats, everything. It’s the way he engages the reader with his to-the-point, funny and colorful language (sometimes, literally) that holds me on the train, on the bus, in my bed, and wherever I can read the damn book. I peered into his life as a child, a young man learning how to cook, a cook, a chef. I now know that I would just be contented cooking my silly recipes at home, not in a cafe, not in a restaurant. I would not have the balls to go through what he had to go through.
As with all the men I have a crush on, they are all taken. He’s happily married to Nancy.
Mambo Night at Zouk on Wednesday. This is year two. Year one was Steven, Sharon and I, knocking back tequila shot, downing beer and some wine, somehow making our way out of the club and safely crossing the road to a teochew porridge joint. Eating cockles with the porridge. That year, I came home and did THIS. Steven had food poisoning for four days.
Back to year two. This time, Sharon did not respond to our invite. Off I go with Steven and his mad friends. Members bar is full of young nubile things, in fact the whole of Zouk is filled with SYT. The sea of fake eyelashes threatened to drown us before the whiskey did. It was someone’s birthday, more girls at the table. One annoying one that I tried to ignore…. There was no dancing this time, I struggled to keep up with the boys. I knew I had to get myself home at the end of the night, be a little responsible.
Someone produced a gold membership card for Party World at the end of the night. As trashed as we were, as much as I really hate going to karaoke, I was totally up for the idea. The only way I can enjoy a karaoke session is when I am fully tanked up, which means I can no longer hold a decent tune. Karaoke is not for professional singers, it is for friends to get silly, sing out of key, have a mighty good laugh and a smashing time. There were mandarin oranges on the table, in line with the festive season, and a strange man we did not know (he tagged along) was peeling it for us, and dancing while we were singing. You can’t blame him for having a good time, and I was enjoying this odd, unplanned and slightly disturbing entertainment.
The last stop would be Coffee Club. Spunkymonkee decided to just have an Early Grey while the boys (who will be boys) carried on with more beer. Good call, if she didn’t want to repeat last year’s episode. I left the guys at close to 7am, they, possibly reminiscing old times (not that they’re THAT old), carried on till 10am.
I told you they were mad.
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