Went out to dinner to celebrate Kirk's birthday. Fantastic place called Harry's Singapore Chilli Mudcrab. The crabs looked and smelt amazing, as did the prawns. I looked on longingly, cursing my shellfish allergies yet again. Despite eating chicken (tasty but boring) somehow I still managed to ingest something. Lets just call it a sleepless night...
The conversation was varied and amusing. And disturbing. Dead goats, incidents with squash racquets etc. As usual, pregnancy was a popular topic. Cervical sweeps and mucus plugs abounded. Well, not literally. Dont look them up. Definitely not the best conversation while eating...
Crab also abounded... it turns out that while cracking the shell, you can easily get it all over yourself... and the person next to you. It lived up to its chilli name. Cries of 'I can't feel my face' followed. As did much discussing of the likelihood of burning rings the next morning. Tres charmant.
After dinner, the cake that Amanda and I had slaved over (well, she slaved, I watched and made unhelpful suggestions) was presented. Unfortunately, the icing which we had dedicatedly stirred for over half an hour had solidified in the industrial fridge of the restaurant to the consistency of toffee. Which made it very hard to eat.
So instead we had a balloon fight while we waited for the bill. Naturally...!
The conversation was varied and amusing. And disturbing. Dead goats, incidents with squash racquets etc. As usual, pregnancy was a popular topic. Cervical sweeps and mucus plugs abounded. Well, not literally. Dont look them up. Definitely not the best conversation while eating...
Crab also abounded... it turns out that while cracking the shell, you can easily get it all over yourself... and the person next to you. It lived up to its chilli name. Cries of 'I can't feel my face' followed. As did much discussing of the likelihood of burning rings the next morning. Tres charmant.
After dinner, the cake that Amanda and I had slaved over (well, she slaved, I watched and made unhelpful suggestions) was presented. Unfortunately, the icing which we had dedicatedly stirred for over half an hour had solidified in the industrial fridge of the restaurant to the consistency of toffee. Which made it very hard to eat.
So instead we had a balloon fight while we waited for the bill. Naturally...!
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