Friday, July 21, 2006

uh... you didn't have to eat that many...

1. SHREWS, BATHROOM SMELL, LONG TALK

Albert, Ellis, Bong, a couple others and myself went to Shakespeare in the Park to see Taming of the Shrew. Days of Ms. Tuba came rushing back to me. *shudder* It was really funny. Good snacks too! $1 Dixie Cups.. mmm vanilla ice cream.

Afterwards we went to Albert's fav restaurant, Tai Pan. Upon entering, our noses were assaulted w/ an offensive odour... the bathroom smell. We were like.. great. We ordered our food. I asked for a mixed fruit cooler. The waitress was like.. "huh?" I repeated what I said and she nodded her head. Then Bong ordered a mixed fruit cooler. "Mixed seafood cooler?" the waitress inquired. We were like uh.. We pulled out the drink menu and pointed at 'Mixed Fruit Cooler'. She nodded her head and jotted stuff down. Of course b/c Bong and I were together that day, she didn't bring two mixed fruit coolers, but only one and a red bean cooler. I blame the combo of Bong and I being at the same place at the same time..

After that Bong and I headed to my place where we watched some Apocalyptica vids and then we started talking. It was a really long conversation and it was nice. Definitely a different topic of conversation than we normally touch on. Remember Bong, I just can't do it... :P

2. SO I SATISFIED MY CHICKEN WING CRAVING...

Bong's heading off to foreign lands this weekend, so we thought we'd meet up for wings this Wednesday. It was going to be a larger gathering, but no one else could make it.

We arrive, order 60 wings just like last time. A lot to blog about but I'll try to make it short.

Bong and I eat wings in completely different ways. I use the rare one-handed technique. (The left hand remains clean for emergency purposes.) After the bones are COMPLETELY clean I stack them nicely on the edge of my plate. If I'm bored, I make a little castle, but it's usually a simple and neat stack.

Bong uses the two-handed-tearing-off-bits-of-chicken technique. Cleaning bones just takes too long for Bong so she ravages the majority of the chicken wing and viciously throws the bones down. I'm afraid of her when she eats. *See MSN pics.

If you know Bong, you know and love her laugh. Last time I heard it was when she was at my house and she asked me to pretend something which was so freaking impossible it was ridiculous. Let's just say that something happened involving the table behind us, the waitress and Bong and I hearing every single word uttered in a specific conversation had by the former two groups of aforesaid list. I can't explain it nor do the occasion justice w/ a description, but we laughed. And laughed and continued to laugh while trying to eat more wings. The laughter became so severe Bong began to have troubles breathing and my stomach became tense. We had to stop to finish the wings which we didn't want to waste. We couldn't finish them. I'm gonna tell you right now, that you ARE ALLOWED to pack wings away when you go to Globe. Long story short: We didn't know, we stuffed ourselves silly. We laughed ourselves silly. We laughed even harder when the waitress brought us a huge box for 8 little chicken wings. We laughed on our way out. We laughed on the way to the LRT station. We laughed on the platform. We laughed on the platform even when Bong tried to distance herself from me. She laughed when she realized she looked like a crazy person laughing to herself. We laughed together when we saw the guy on the platform laughing b/c we were laughing. We laughed on the LRT until Bong got off. We laughed some more. That's the end of the night. It was a good night.

3. BONG: CELLOMASTER, BEASTLY MEAT EATER, BUTCH, GAME BUDDY, FRIEND

That pretty much sums it up. I'll miss ya when you go to China that's for sure. Good luck and be safe! Eat lots of lychee! Thanks. :) *snort snort*

4. CARS/GRAND PRIX DESERT

Grand Prix for FREE. What a great way to end the week. It was so boiling hot outside. Fun times though. I'm glad Tanis was there too. We had a load of fun. Especially going for the hot lap w/ the pace car driver. Fun times slamming into the insides of the car doors.

Posted by norwegian girl at 11:03 p.m.