musical, lyrical and gastronomical!
DESPITE various recommendations...I've never held a dislike for carbs.
Well that was until Saturday night.
Here's how the night panned.
It began with a fun evening at a Reds game and then, as a friend of mine describes, we went "wacko at the cacko" meaning my housemate, Jess and I enjoyed few beverages at the Caxton Hotel.
Incase you haven't realised from being exposed to my blog once or twice (or never)...I enjoy dancing.
Even more so when I'm out and by about 1am in the morning I think I'm the world's best contemporary or interpretive dancer.
Fortunately, at that time of the morning, no one is likely to judge... the good dancers went home at 10pm.
Anyway....while I was busting out thinking I had moves like Jagger...I started dancing with this group of guys, one of which was named James....at least that's what he told me his name was. For all I know it could have been Judas...as least that would have giving me some inkling of his capability for betrayal.
An hour or so passed and in that time he begrudgingly got me a drink...but still, I thought he was a catch.
An hour and a half passed and my housemate had this sudden desire to head to another club.
Going by the "leave no man...or woman...behind" mantra, I followed suit.
"Hey, do you wanna come with us?" she asked this James...or Judas.
"Or should you stay with your friends?" I asked, a bit over him at this stage and slightly hoping he'd go with my suggestion.
"Nah, I'll come with you guys," this James or John character answered. His friends didn't notice...they mustn't have been aware of the previously mentioned mantra...or seen Forest Gump.
So, we progressed up the road to the taxi rank. Suddenly this guy - it kind of seemed he was waking up from that induced coma Mal Gibson's character was in in Forever Young where he had no idea why he was where he was.
"Wait a minute...where am I? What am I doing? Where are we going?" he asked in this kind of relaxed and underrated state of panic.
Looking over to a nearby takeaway store he said: "hmmm, I feel like potato gems."
"Do you now? Well, leave now and you'll miss the cab?" I replied, partly thinking. "Excellent, you'll miss the cab."
"Nah I won't miss it! I'll be back in a second, do you guys want any potato gems?" he asked.
"No...all good for potato gems at this hour thanks Joseph," we might have replied.
And with that he beelined for the shop.
As if by magic, a cab rocked up just as he was lining up for his late night greasy snack. We jumped in.
"Oi! Potato gems guy! We're going!" Jess yelled from the window.
"Let him go Jess, let him go."
I told my friend Jen what had happened on that fateful evening. She had a different take on my story of rejection.
"Maree...he probably didn't realise the cab would arrive so quickly," she said.
"As the cab was driving off....he turned with two cups, brimming with beautiful golden crunchy gems - one cup for you, one for him."
Hmmm....yes Jen...I do like where this is going.
"Susan!....I mean...Maria...," he might have called before resigning to a nearby gutter devastated to have lost my whereabouts.
At this stage, he would have had just one thing left to do. Taking one gem at a time from the first cup - almost burning his hand forgetting that potato can be as steamy as tomato in a toasted sandwich - he'd be forced to ask:
"She loves me..." crunch. crunch." She loves me not...."
Thanks Jen. That's exactly what happened...
Well that was until Saturday night.
Here's how the night panned.
It began with a fun evening at a Reds game and then, as a friend of mine describes, we went "wacko at the cacko" meaning my housemate, Jess and I enjoyed few beverages at the Caxton Hotel.
Incase you haven't realised from being exposed to my blog once or twice (or never)...I enjoy dancing.
Even more so when I'm out and by about 1am in the morning I think I'm the world's best contemporary or interpretive dancer.
Fortunately, at that time of the morning, no one is likely to judge... the good dancers went home at 10pm.
Anyway....while I was busting out thinking I had moves like Jagger...I started dancing with this group of guys, one of which was named James....at least that's what he told me his name was. For all I know it could have been Judas...as least that would have giving me some inkling of his capability for betrayal.
An hour or so passed and in that time he begrudgingly got me a drink...but still, I thought he was a catch.
An hour and a half passed and my housemate had this sudden desire to head to another club.
Going by the "leave no man...or woman...behind" mantra, I followed suit.
"Hey, do you wanna come with us?" she asked this James...or Judas.
"Or should you stay with your friends?" I asked, a bit over him at this stage and slightly hoping he'd go with my suggestion.
"Nah, I'll come with you guys," this James or John character answered. His friends didn't notice...they mustn't have been aware of the previously mentioned mantra...or seen Forest Gump.
So, we progressed up the road to the taxi rank. Suddenly this guy - it kind of seemed he was waking up from that induced coma Mal Gibson's character was in in Forever Young where he had no idea why he was where he was.
"Wait a minute...where am I? What am I doing? Where are we going?" he asked in this kind of relaxed and underrated state of panic.
Looking over to a nearby takeaway store he said: "hmmm, I feel like potato gems."
"Do you now? Well, leave now and you'll miss the cab?" I replied, partly thinking. "Excellent, you'll miss the cab."
"Nah I won't miss it! I'll be back in a second, do you guys want any potato gems?" he asked.
"No...all good for potato gems at this hour thanks Joseph," we might have replied.
And with that he beelined for the shop.
As if by magic, a cab rocked up just as he was lining up for his late night greasy snack. We jumped in.
"Oi! Potato gems guy! We're going!" Jess yelled from the window.
"Let him go Jess, let him go."
I told my friend Jen what had happened on that fateful evening. She had a different take on my story of rejection.
"Maree...he probably didn't realise the cab would arrive so quickly," she said.
"As the cab was driving off....he turned with two cups, brimming with beautiful golden crunchy gems - one cup for you, one for him."
Hmmm....yes Jen...I do like where this is going.
"Susan!....I mean...Maria...," he might have called before resigning to a nearby gutter devastated to have lost my whereabouts.
At this stage, he would have had just one thing left to do. Taking one gem at a time from the first cup - almost burning his hand forgetting that potato can be as steamy as tomato in a toasted sandwich - he'd be forced to ask:
"She loves me..." crunch. crunch." She loves me not...."
Thanks Jen. That's exactly what happened...
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