Balaclava at 5pm
Went to Balaclava (Sp?) for the first time today. Yes yes, super suaku etc but i haven't been here for quite some tmie now and another couple of reasons being i neither drink nor enjoy secondhand smoke. Certainly didn't see what was so attractive about the place but perhaps that had to do with it being 5 something in the arvo when we went :P.
Before even sitting down, there was already minor drama with a knocked table and spilled drink. Don't quite know if it was clumsy oh me or issac that actually nudged the table. Only knew that there was a tall glass of reddish juice that toppled and i had to jump back to save my white shirt. Blur tootz me should have offered to pay for the knocked over cranberry juice but i was too stunned to even think of it. Totally ungentlemanly!
Suffice to say the other 5 had their double serves of drinks while i just munched the chippies nonstop. It was only after a few mouthfuls that i remembered the show Along Came Polly. Something about x% of people not washing their hands after using the toilet and then sticking their hands into bowls of chips/nuts.
It's weird how some people turn totally red after a couple of drinks and others look pale as sheet no matter how many they've had. Vincent and Zeon (what a funky sounding name... i hear you) looked like they'd just spent an entire day roasting on a beach. All they needed were a couple of claws to complete the disguise.
Leng is such a regular there that all the wait staff prolly know her well already. She stayed on after we left... supposedly till the wee hours of the morning again. Don't know how she's able to find the energy to go to work the next day.
yawn... i know this sounds pretty lifeless cos i feel pretty much that way at the moment. Just can't freaking sleep. Will treat this entry as a blurred and greyed out record of what should have been an exciting thing.
Before even sitting down, there was already minor drama with a knocked table and spilled drink. Don't quite know if it was clumsy oh me or issac that actually nudged the table. Only knew that there was a tall glass of reddish juice that toppled and i had to jump back to save my white shirt. Blur tootz me should have offered to pay for the knocked over cranberry juice but i was too stunned to even think of it. Totally ungentlemanly!
Suffice to say the other 5 had their double serves of drinks while i just munched the chippies nonstop. It was only after a few mouthfuls that i remembered the show Along Came Polly. Something about x% of people not washing their hands after using the toilet and then sticking their hands into bowls of chips/nuts.
It's weird how some people turn totally red after a couple of drinks and others look pale as sheet no matter how many they've had. Vincent and Zeon (what a funky sounding name... i hear you) looked like they'd just spent an entire day roasting on a beach. All they needed were a couple of claws to complete the disguise.
Leng is such a regular there that all the wait staff prolly know her well already. She stayed on after we left... supposedly till the wee hours of the morning again. Don't know how she's able to find the energy to go to work the next day.
yawn... i know this sounds pretty lifeless cos i feel pretty much that way at the moment. Just can't freaking sleep. Will treat this entry as a blurred and greyed out record of what should have been an exciting thing.
posted by cokecat at 12:32 am
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