That weekend…
…what a drag.
Drinking buddy isnt in town… tot i would have a nice sober weekend but was partially wrong.
After getting some work done at Espanda then Hard Rock Cafe (where we were on TV for a few seconds whilst drooling at Anuar Zain and Zainal Abidin..pics later), was weaving my way home with a friend when the phone rang… twas anooother drinking buddy…”Hey Cat! I saw you walking on the street just now!!!”
Thank goodness she didnt say “stumbling”…so anyway..there was a nice alcohol-free plan gone bust, and friend dropped me off at Rum Jungle where I topped up my beer levels with M and her gang. Tis not a bad place.. music was awesome, there was a live South African band playing called Kilimanjaro… nothing like Southern Glow which you get at the Hilton’s Zeta Bar… but they were both entertaining in their own way.
Had a swell time monkeying around Rum Jungle and then it was off to Beach Club.. the last time that I stepped foot in there, me and friend had met a small bunch of disgustingly infectious Ozs who were also extremely obscure.
Over-dosed on vodka that nite and floated away to la-la land with my eyes wide open. God bless their stocking-ed feet.
So continued monkeying around there again… this time there was a Shell bloke who pretended to be sloshed and incoherent as soon as i said i would see him at the Grand Stand at F1.
But the weekend hasnt been all bad… made my way to office to get some work done…then off to Kuala Selangor with d family. Was running low on fuel… hadnt had time to eat so halfway up the murky river, we begged uncle sampan man to row us back. Then we went somewhere in Tanjung Karang for jolly good seafood - for eight peeps who shared crabs, soup, fish, bamboo clams, some fried thingy, veggies and assorted egg it all cost RM140. JOLLY GOOD!!!!!
The sad thing about this weekend is…. Im working now.. or… on call, so to speak. ONE MORE HOUR, CAT! ONE MORE HOUR!!!
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30 more minutes to go.
In other news… have Baby Boo’s latest pics of her morning hair. I cant get over how hair-istically impossible her hair gets… its all raggedy ends with bits sticking out on her left side… slept on her left side methinks? Dadda used to say she would turn this way and that while she’s snoozing.
Her hair looks stupendously horrific… one day when she’s older she might look at it again and give dadda some grief for not even doing her the service of tidying it a little. Even I still cant get over it.
