Rose's 21st Birthday
When girls, just wanna have fun.....
Fatboy being molested
Seven Ate Nine. Clever name for restaurant, that was the venue for Rose's 21st birthday. (Wouldn't take a genius to figure out which one is the birthday girl) What used to be Nine on Ascot is now 7 ate 9. Apparently owned by the people who own SOULED OUT.
As with all Malaysian functions, arrival of guests spanned a one and a half hour period. Okay, some had valid excuses, like just hopping off a private jet, or entertaining some folk from Cambridge. Excuse me, Cambridge, from England, no less. (in pompous english accent). Not Cambridge spectacle shop in Sungai Wang plaza.
The theme of the party was hawaiian floral for the guys, and white for the girls. That'll explain the shirt on me that is VERY uncharacteristic.
It's always nice to party on a Friday night, even (or maybe especially) if it means having to skip bible study. Very liberating to have a glass of wine in hand to unwind from the week's events, and all the more so when celebrating the birthday of good friends. Francis and Rose played the gracious hosts, where wine flowed copiously, and later on, champagne. It was one of those occasions when you KICK yourself for having driven. Food was rather palatable. The mains were tasty enough, probably embellished by the fact that we were ravenous. The mains was a choice between cod on a bed of soba noodles, or rack of lamb with rice. (which Mrs Miranda said, oh, Indian food ah?) The salad was one of those hit or miss things. Very strong cheesy dressing, and the saltiness of anchovies that would elevate your diastolic and sistolic readings by 20 points immediately. But I liked it. The cod was excellent. Not being a cod person, it was actually a lucky call, as I had relied entirely on the waiter's recommendation. While the cod was great, the soba was like very mediocre. Overcooked, and sticky.
The party went on till nearly 1am. Not bad for this particular demographic group. Thanks Francis and Rose for a lovely party.
Fatboy being molested
Seven Ate Nine. Clever name for restaurant, that was the venue for Rose's 21st birthday. (Wouldn't take a genius to figure out which one is the birthday girl) What used to be Nine on Ascot is now 7 ate 9. Apparently owned by the people who own SOULED OUT.
As with all Malaysian functions, arrival of guests spanned a one and a half hour period. Okay, some had valid excuses, like just hopping off a private jet, or entertaining some folk from Cambridge. Excuse me, Cambridge, from England, no less. (in pompous english accent). Not Cambridge spectacle shop in Sungai Wang plaza.
The theme of the party was hawaiian floral for the guys, and white for the girls. That'll explain the shirt on me that is VERY uncharacteristic.
It's always nice to party on a Friday night, even (or maybe especially) if it means having to skip bible study. Very liberating to have a glass of wine in hand to unwind from the week's events, and all the more so when celebrating the birthday of good friends. Francis and Rose played the gracious hosts, where wine flowed copiously, and later on, champagne. It was one of those occasions when you KICK yourself for having driven. Food was rather palatable. The mains were tasty enough, probably embellished by the fact that we were ravenous. The mains was a choice between cod on a bed of soba noodles, or rack of lamb with rice. (which Mrs Miranda said, oh, Indian food ah?) The salad was one of those hit or miss things. Very strong cheesy dressing, and the saltiness of anchovies that would elevate your diastolic and sistolic readings by 20 points immediately. But I liked it. The cod was excellent. Not being a cod person, it was actually a lucky call, as I had relied entirely on the waiter's recommendation. While the cod was great, the soba was like very mediocre. Overcooked, and sticky.
The party went on till nearly 1am. Not bad for this particular demographic group. Thanks Francis and Rose for a lovely party.
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