After the hitz.tv Blast Off semifinals, my friends and I had dinner at Hard Rock Cafe. They played Jamiroquai – Travelling Without Moving and the cool camp cover Scissor Sisters – Comfortably Numb. On the ride home, the driver popped Jamiroquai’s Travelling Without Moving CD. How ironic.
I headed to somebody’s farewell and her boyfriend’s birthday party. In the background, the same Jamiroquai album was spinning!
* She, for most of the blog entry, will refer to the host unless otherwise stated.
The first thing she said when she met me was:
“Wah I never knew a Chinaman could grow a beard!”
She was, of course, referring to the beard that weirdly curled to my right. Refer to my Friendster picture as it’s not there anymore.
Her (female) collegemates gave her a farewell butt grab as well.
Me: What’s so great about your butt that everybody’s grabbing it?
She: You ask my boyfriend first.
Me: I bet he’d say, “oh you try lah, then you’ll know why everybody wants to do it.” (Uh dude if you’re reading this, it’s our kinda humor, I think…)
We had two guitars and a blues jam.
As I sat explaining how to read tablature, she said, “Albert! Come come you must get drunk! Sleep over ah.”
She got me a glass. Optimists say the glass is half bacardi. Pessimists say the glass is half zappel.
I rolled like a dog wanting a scratch. “I’ll get you some more