Appetites

As is usually the case with the sister's last night at home, we decided to go out for a nice meal on Friday night. We settled on Al-Hamra at Holland Village, which I simply must plug for its excellent food, ambience, and service. If you've ever watched I Dream of Jeannie -- yeah, Al-Hamra's decor looks uncannily like the inside of Jeannie's bottle! You know, the hexagonal sofa, the soft lighting, the beautifully-framed mirrors... It's a nice place to go to, unless you intend to be loud and crass -- which my company sometimes is. Don't spoil the mood.

And the food -- ah, the food. I've decided that I really like Middle-Eastern food. Or at least, I like Turkish food, and now, Lebanese.

But the highlight of the evening was really the service. Very friendly, and the manager actually managed to catch my dad's jokes -- I assure you this is no mean feat. (If my dad ever tells you that he used to be a ballet dancer, just laugh; I don't get it either.) At the end of the night, while we were finishing up our dessert, he (the manager) came over to tell us that dessert was on the house because we'd been "such wonderful customers"! :) I don't care if they do this for everyone -- don't tell me -- it made us feel warm and fuzzy inside anyway. Hence the plug, I guess. ;)

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This probably shouldn't be in the same entry, but this probably shouldn't be in any entry. My family, we've had problems -- we still do -- but we're generally what one might call a Happy Family. Until a couple of days ago, however, I didn't realise exactly how happy we were; I'm not sure I really needed to know.

My sister, mom, and I were out shopping. As my mom stood in the queue with various beauty products in hand, I saw my sister curiously examining the condom display. Her eyes lit up, and -- with no sense of propriety whatsoever! -- she turned to ask my mom: "Hey, do you and Daddy still have sex?"

At which point -- because of how mature I am, and all -- I put my hands over my ears and sang "LALALALALALALA" in some random tune really loudly, at the same time running out of the shop. Yes, public place, I know.

As if that wasn't bad enough, my sister came running towards me; for some inexplicable reason, I stopped singing, and she pried my hands away from my ears, screaming: "OH MY GOSH! Mommy said YES!"

And then my ears fell off.

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Correction: I really did not need to know.

LALALALALALALA.

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Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott