Monday, April 20, 2009
♥ Spontaneous Sunday?
Last night we went out to have the "Best steak in Sydney"
Given it was pretty good, the mash potatoe was nice, and I adore the little "Medium Rare" flag. Everyone else got well done.
It was a nice chance to catch up with a friend from Bevo whom we haven't had any contact with since Febuary. Although what I thought would be a somewhat peaceful night out to dinner with friends... turned into something horrible.
It began with three servings of THAT. That is 27 scoops of ice cream. $70 worth.
Then I was stupid enough to suggest karaoke. Although that was not all bad, despite the songs being only cheap sounding midis, I found a staaaaack of OSTs. I sang songs I'd dreamt of singing in karaoke, including Kokoro no Chizu from One Piece and Simple and Clean by Utada. They even had the Kero! to march! maaan that was something else!
Afterwards, at around 9.30pm, I was prepared to go home, I felt bad for having been out so late to begin with, and I had told me mum to expect me to leave around 9.30 (which I realise now I could have mentioned to get me out of the activites to come).
For some reason we chose to ride the monorail this late on a Sunday night... I was very reluctant. I must say, the monorail reminds me of Japanese-rail.
We rode for 20 minutes before we were told the monorail is shutting down, and we were dumped somewhere in Ultimo I think... by this time I refused to join any more of their antics, and was huffy and puffy for the rest of the night, until we finally found Central Station sometime around 10.30pm.
All in all I was not as angry as I would have expected to be, more so I was angry I let myself stay out until that time. I hate staying out that late when my mum expected me home hours before, which is why I didn't go clubbing with Jordan+co last night, my mum has a certain expectation for my characteristic, and I rather leave it that way. I like my mould and I wish not to break out of it.
A night with some steak, FAR too much ice cream and "kerokerokero" and the 5th opening of One Piece playing in a karaoke room can't be rated too harshly, and I cannot say I regret too much of it (up until 9.30 at least).
But never will I say that I wish to do it again.
Given it was pretty good, the mash potatoe was nice, and I adore the little "Medium Rare" flag. Everyone else got well done.
It was a nice chance to catch up with a friend from Bevo whom we haven't had any contact with since Febuary. Although what I thought would be a somewhat peaceful night out to dinner with friends... turned into something horrible.
It began with three servings of THAT. That is 27 scoops of ice cream. $70 worth.
Then I was stupid enough to suggest karaoke. Although that was not all bad, despite the songs being only cheap sounding midis, I found a staaaaack of OSTs. I sang songs I'd dreamt of singing in karaoke, including Kokoro no Chizu from One Piece and Simple and Clean by Utada. They even had the Kero! to march! maaan that was something else!
Afterwards, at around 9.30pm, I was prepared to go home, I felt bad for having been out so late to begin with, and I had told me mum to expect me to leave around 9.30 (which I realise now I could have mentioned to get me out of the activites to come).
For some reason we chose to ride the monorail this late on a Sunday night... I was very reluctant. I must say, the monorail reminds me of Japanese-rail.
We rode for 20 minutes before we were told the monorail is shutting down, and we were dumped somewhere in Ultimo I think... by this time I refused to join any more of their antics, and was huffy and puffy for the rest of the night, until we finally found Central Station sometime around 10.30pm.
All in all I was not as angry as I would have expected to be, more so I was angry I let myself stay out until that time. I hate staying out that late when my mum expected me home hours before, which is why I didn't go clubbing with Jordan+co last night, my mum has a certain expectation for my characteristic, and I rather leave it that way. I like my mould and I wish not to break out of it.
A night with some steak, FAR too much ice cream and "kerokerokero" and the 5th opening of One Piece playing in a karaoke room can't be rated too harshly, and I cannot say I regret too much of it (up until 9.30 at least).
But never will I say that I wish to do it again.
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