Best Friends' Day Out!!

I hate airports!!

Went out with Bestie a.k.a Best Friend a.k.a Bunny on Thursday to see off Christophe a.k.a BBR a.k.a Beebs to Shanghai at the airport. He was here on a month-long stint for a week on holiday after graduating from whatever degree he took in France. His first stop was Singapore and his last would be Vietnam.

Bunny and I couldn't stop bitching about the fact that he was a rich bum whom could fly SQ and go globe-trotting while we, minions, had to stay here.

It has been two years since we last saw him. You might remember him as one of those French Fries I used to befriend back when Bunny & I were doing our FYP. We've lost touch with the other five --God knows where they are & what they're doing right now-- but Christophe & I have managed to at least chat via MSN every once in a while.

He actually wanted to surprise me by coming down here. But, it backfired. So, no surprise. More like two mini heart attacks and a bucket of misunderstandings. Again, not surprising because that's all the two of us ever do. Misunderstand, bicker and assume.

Anywayz, we managed to cinch a very late meeting, thanks to Bunny's highly acclaimed PR skills. And of course, the will to not get a scolding by Jan. No credit to me, though.

Once the three of us met up, it was like as if he never left and we carried on like how we left off. Bickering, arguing, pointing fingers at each other. Okay, so I was the one pointing my finger, something he didn't take too well to. He didn't threaten to cut it off; nope, he offered services to teach me French manners.

Like as if I gave two hoots.

"She never changed," was one of his deadpanned remarks among others.

Whatever.

But it was great seeing Christophe again. He too, hasn't changed. Still dressed like a Singaporean, looks like a Korean or anyone from the Orient and unless he opens his mouth to speak, you wouldn't even know that he originates from Europe.

Silly French Fry.

First he told us he was Terminal 1 & then after leading us on a wild goose chase, told us it was Terminal 2. Bunny was tirelessly looking. I just wanted to give up & go home.

So, after we saw Christophe off, we hailed a cab & it was then that fat raindrops rolled down my face. Yes, they're called tears.

Like I said, I hate airports. You kinda get caught up in the atmosphere and the feeling of sadness all around. It's not like a cemetary or a grave, but it comes pretty damn close.

We rode to Kaki Bukit Driving Centre --now, where have I heard that name before?? Ahh, yes. I used to take lessons there!!-- so Bunny could take her first Final Theory Test. Something which I had to take 5 times.

Met my old warm-up instructor who inquired if I had been driving regularly. Not that much, was my reply because our family's car is huge & I'm not really used to it yet.

"Buy a smaller car, lah," said he.

"You buy for me lah, sir," said I.

Bunny said that if she didn't make it this round, there was no need for the dinner treat.

In Nas's words: Apeeerrrrrr jerrrrrrr.

A dinner treat is a dinner treat regardless of whether she passed or not.

And she did!! Kudos!!

"Huh, maybe that BBR rubbed off his good luck on you," I joked. "That's why you passed."

But we both knew better. Because my girl spent five days studying different books. And so, she deserved her dinner treat. Amongst other reasons, of course.

So, to Delifrance we went!!

I'll just slip away now & let the pictures do the talking. And yes, the food was mmm-mmm, good!!



His check-in gate. At Terminal 2, not 1. Grrrr.


Actually, this was okay but I said cannot, cannot!! My hair got into my eye.


There, much better. Big smiles before you leaveeeee!!

The friends that rarely talk.

He was irritating then, he's still irritating now.

Bonjour!! Welcome to Delifrance!!

The Bestie passed.

The decor. Tasteful, but not French enough.

What to eat...decisions, decisions.

Our appetizers: Calamars Frits with Wasabi Mayonnaise. We had three cups of those highly addictive wasabis.

Our main course: Poulet Forestiere

Mangled Poulet Forestiere.

The veal steak that we first thought cheated our money. Until we tasted it & bloody hell, it was good.

Caught in a drunken moment.

Bunny resorted to drinking the Wasabi Mayo because she couldn't get enough of it. Greedy.

This looks like cake, doesn't it?? Well, it's not. It's Wasabi Mayo-coated veal!!

Would we be judged by the amount of food we ate in this one sitting??

Nothing better to do than to make shadows in the light.

Our dessert: Profiteroles!! They really gave new meaning to French Vanilla ice cream.

Again, we were too greedy so we ordered two desserts. This is the Fondant. We actually ordered a different kind of fondant, but what the heck. Put in mouth & keep quiet.

Bunny looks reeeeeeaaaally drunk on ice cream. It's like, they spiked it with vodka or something.

Of course, I was equally high.

We finally got it over and done with. We promise never to have this kind of meal again simply because after that, we couldn't afford anything like this anymore.

Don't let these four cups deceive you. We asked for prolly half a dozen refills of iced water. I mean, come on!! Look at the stumpy glasses & tell me you can't finish iced water in one gulp??

After that hefty meal...which came with an equally hefty pricetag.

Bunny's ideal library: Filled with self-help books.

The end of a happy day. Goodnitezzzzzzz!!

Laterz...

Lenny