"I swear to god that guy who just passed by us thinks we are having sex tonight. Did you see the way he looked at us?," said Mich to me. Incidently, I was touching her hair somewhere at this point.
Mich and I were having dinner at the Mezze Bistro yesterday during one of world's most commercially celebrated occasion when flowers are sold at ridiculously exorbitant prices and restaurant's try to squeeze in as many oysters into their Valentine's Day menu in the name of love. Lucky for us, Mich and I are not fans of oysters. The fresh ones particularly remind me of a vagina - wet, raw and slimy. I guess I'm not cut out for that as I'm really just a Jarrod and Rawlins kinda girl at heart. Mich too but that never stopped the attention we get whenever we're out together.
Driving was crazy last evening especially at hot spots like Bangsar, Damansara Heights and Medan Damansara where we were headed to. Bumper to bumper crawl all the way from my Section 16 office to the restaurant that eventually took me about 45 minutes of travel time. It's usually a seven-minute slow drive. Once there, parking was a total spy work. So we parked far up Jalan Kasah and walked along with couples who were holding hands.
"You better not fall down on those heels again. Remember the last time," Mich reminded me.
Oh yeah. It was a day before a 10km run I'd signed up last year. Mich and I were at Changkat Bukit Bintang looking for a place to eat when I told her that I had a feeling I was going to fall down and hurt my knees. She assured she'd catch me, and two minutes later I fell, and she didn't realise it until I was face down, skirt up, writhing in blinding pain. I had a slight twist in the ankle and the knee was a pipe of blood but nothing that a pint of Paulaner couldn't cure. I was happy as a clam in that environment of happy people when we were finally in a restaurant.
I must say the Valentine atmosphere yesterday was a far cry from that night's scene. It's like people were unhappy. As Mich and I approached a certain restaurant, we saw tables taken up by couples. The ladies received a door gift of red or pink balloon hearts. The mood ? It was almost sombre. They ate, spoke a little and went on their smart phones every now and then. Hardly any conversational laughter, it was funny. They made it seem like their time together was something obligatory.
But some were clearly enjoying their moments. Like the young couple next to us at our restaurant and the elderly pair opposite them. The young ones still seemed awkwardly shy with each other but the older couple were more confident and were just having a good time together. Mich and I had a great time too. She loved her Wagyu Beef Pappardelle as much as I liked my Duck Leg Confit and we had a great wine to go with it as we chatted and laughed.
Valentine's Day or not, it's just about right to have a meaningful time together, wherever.
Mich and I were having dinner at the Mezze Bistro yesterday during one of world's most commercially celebrated occasion when flowers are sold at ridiculously exorbitant prices and restaurant's try to squeeze in as many oysters into their Valentine's Day menu in the name of love. Lucky for us, Mich and I are not fans of oysters. The fresh ones particularly remind me of a vagina - wet, raw and slimy. I guess I'm not cut out for that as I'm really just a Jarrod and Rawlins kinda girl at heart. Mich too but that never stopped the attention we get whenever we're out together.
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| Mich and I at the restaurant |
Driving was crazy last evening especially at hot spots like Bangsar, Damansara Heights and Medan Damansara where we were headed to. Bumper to bumper crawl all the way from my Section 16 office to the restaurant that eventually took me about 45 minutes of travel time. It's usually a seven-minute slow drive. Once there, parking was a total spy work. So we parked far up Jalan Kasah and walked along with couples who were holding hands.
"You better not fall down on those heels again. Remember the last time," Mich reminded me.
Oh yeah. It was a day before a 10km run I'd signed up last year. Mich and I were at Changkat Bukit Bintang looking for a place to eat when I told her that I had a feeling I was going to fall down and hurt my knees. She assured she'd catch me, and two minutes later I fell, and she didn't realise it until I was face down, skirt up, writhing in blinding pain. I had a slight twist in the ankle and the knee was a pipe of blood but nothing that a pint of Paulaner couldn't cure. I was happy as a clam in that environment of happy people when we were finally in a restaurant.
I must say the Valentine atmosphere yesterday was a far cry from that night's scene. It's like people were unhappy. As Mich and I approached a certain restaurant, we saw tables taken up by couples. The ladies received a door gift of red or pink balloon hearts. The mood ? It was almost sombre. They ate, spoke a little and went on their smart phones every now and then. Hardly any conversational laughter, it was funny. They made it seem like their time together was something obligatory.
But some were clearly enjoying their moments. Like the young couple next to us at our restaurant and the elderly pair opposite them. The young ones still seemed awkwardly shy with each other but the older couple were more confident and were just having a good time together. Mich and I had a great time too. She loved her Wagyu Beef Pappardelle as much as I liked my Duck Leg Confit and we had a great wine to go with it as we chatted and laughed.
Valentine's Day or not, it's just about right to have a meaningful time together, wherever.
Wow, thats alot of observations there! Yeah, V-Day now seems like obligatory and not voluntarily (no passion). I dont really celebrate V-Day with me wifey but we do it on any other days when we feel like it. Although the wifey will ask me if we could remember our V-Days, I will always try to make it up afterwards with a food adventure.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing the very descriptive story! :)
i guess that's how it should be :) any day, any time that's good for you. women always appreciate a food adventure by the way.
Deletethanks for stopping by, Andy :)
yes your writing is very visual and you show instead of tell with words. i went out for valentines day dinner tonight and it was fun :)
ReplyDeletethanks and welcome here.
Deleteglad you have fun too :)
How wonderful that you had dinner with a girlfriend on V-Night! The other diners must have thought you were lesbians, but who cares what conventional, uncool people think. Pussy generally tastes better than oysters.
ReplyDeletehmm. i don't know about that :)
Deletebut we sure had fun ;P
oysters = vagina
ReplyDeleteI had no idea. I don't like oysters, so maybe I don't like vaginas. Although mine seems pleasant and friendly enough.
Love,
Janie
haha. it's just a thought.
Delete:)
That explains why I love oysters.
DeleteWow that is quite the increase in travel time and yeah doesn't matter the day, as long as you enjoy the company.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Pat ;) travel time was quite stressful.
DeleteBut it's all good.
You actually went out last night. I think I'd be cranky, what with the traffic jam and all. Interesting observations you've got there.
ReplyDeletewe went out just to check out the scene, and i wasn't working the next day :p
Deleteinteresting indeed :)
It seems like a lot of fun to me Jaya, it's good you had such a good Valentine's night with your friend, I do like oysters personally but I can understand why somebody wouldn't like them so it's all good, sounds like good fun!
ReplyDeletethanks, Matthew.
Deleteit's just a personal taste i suppose :)
i don't mind cheese-baked oysters with some herbs though.
just the raw ones with lemon put me off. but i do like sushis and sashimis.
'...wet, raw and slimy' - Absolutely no comment. (I'm wrinkling my nose now.) '...but nothing that a pint of Paulaner couldn't cure'- THAT'S the spirit! 'It's like people were unhappy.' Of course they were. They'd already seen the menu. Extortionate prices everywhere!
ReplyDeleteI like your style :)
hello RC. thank you, and i like yours :)
Deletesorry about the description, i'm also wrinkling my nose right now :p
but its just something about the way fresh oysters are and how people eat them.
i do love my German beer :)
cheers !
Yeah no conversational laughter is my sign to leave. Oyster visual was very funny.
ReplyDeletetrue that :) i feel trapped without conversational laughters.
Delete:)
That sounds like a great vday to me!
ReplyDeleteit was, Gia :)
Deletethanks for visiting.
So true, it's all about spending some quality time. Glad you had a good one, Jaya.
ReplyDeleteGuess how I spend my Valentine's day. :|
ReplyDeleteI hate being a student.
I love oysters. May I have yours if you don't want them?
ReplyDeleteOhhh...that was you who dated her for Valentine's Day; her best friend! ^_^
ReplyDeleteCool
ReplyDeleteI am surprised that oysters do not appeal to someone who likes raw fish. They are not by convention wet and slimy unless something is off axis. Chilled, citrusy and just plasmaic heaven they are, the tashte of it, the schmell of it, the texchture...I have never consumed oysters in this country, always elsewhere so I cannot be sure of the index of your experience.
ReplyDeleteIt's the same reason why I have resigned from checking out capuccino here, as it has thus far failed to measure up to the sweet conflict of hot and cold causing cream to froth, as I had on the sidewalks of Melbourne.
The comparison of oysters to the urogenital minorae and majorae are a peculiar self-advertisment and well...apples and oranges, nay?
By the way, you didn't spy any anti-Valentines vigilante teams did you? Those may have been amongst the stares you may have drawn.
:P
hahahaha. Hobbit.
Deletei wouldnt compare raw fish to oysters. i've had plenty of them here and abroad, but it's a general perception from my part.
i don't much coffee but i must agree with on those from the sidewalks of Melbourne. if fact, i love eating out in Melbourne. excellent food, but Doha, Qatar has got some amazing restaurants too!
well. self-advertisement ? just another general observation there :)
i'm not big on V-day either but thought we'd check out the scene anyway. who wouldn't stare at us, Hobbit? arent we just cute together ???
On your closing remark, I capitulate.
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