huffalumps, jackfruits & howling banshees

went on a girl's nite out with catwoman, her friend (zetty) & her friend's friend (tikus) to a lounge in a freakishly confusing place (two entrances with totally different names at two different streets that could only result in 'i'm in the lobby'; 'yeah so are we' - yeah you guessed it two different lobbies).

met up at klcc for dinner but since cat & i were early, we thought we'd grab coffee at aseana's. young cutie pie of a waiter was at our table & cat decided to hit on him. told her to give the poor lad a break & not be a cradle snatcher. but she said if i opened an eatery of my own & hired help like the cutie pie, she'd be at my place breakfast, lunch & dinner....cat, you want his number ah?
the friends arrived & we proceeded to chinoz for a late late dinner (as we were eating & sharing some very useful general knowledge, the other shops were closing for the day).

next stop - olive lounge. was a pretty cozy set up with a live band playing a mix of the 80s, 90s & current hits...not very crowded. a coupla guys in front of us, a group of chinese people, some mat-sallehs; all just knocking back a few drinks, smoking & enjoying the music. the chinese group left, then the mat sallehs left. in came another group headed by some datuk (cos i heard the singer addressing him as that) & his posse was several guys in ill-fitting ralph lauren polo tees. and what's a posse with girls girls girls.

i try not to be discriminating or prejudiced but these girls were something else. one was in a songket dress gone wrong (well it was kinda dark & the spots did long songkety), one in a very short mini skirt that i guess just covered her arse & another in an dress just not right for her. all was well until they decided to get their groove on. want to dance, go to the dance floor (er wait.. is there one?) & do it properly lah. but no there they were in the corner getting jiggy with it with strange moves that i thought were extinct. cat took a glimpse & asked 'what are they doing?' & i told her 'trying to dance' which they really look like they were doing.

short skirt girl was like a turkey doing the swan lake - gracefully or otherwise, 'flying' (??) from one end to the other hand gestures & all. jackfruit (another question from cat 'how does a size 12 fit into a size 2?') i think was trying the beyonce move booty and all; and and and she even tried her hand at singing. she's not such a bad singer really but tikus & i had the same thoughts at the same exact moment - if you don't look at the face but just listen, it's not that bad really. there she was singing endless love & it looked like she was in excruciating pain (really!!) with her face all cringed up as she tried very hard to sound like diana ross. i guess its what happens when one kemuts too long.

to top it off, we had a one guy with two girls group just behind us who were squealing away like the kuntilanak in a gone wrong hantu movie. but all in all the four of us had fun laughing at their expenses nevertheless (hey put four women together. they don't get any bitchier than this), singing along, enjoying the music & just being us. we even invented a new 'lighter' appreciation for the performing band. haiya, you know how the concert goers will light ignite their lighters and sway to the song they like or something like that but ours no lighter lah, we use fingers lah.

pity the band didn't sing some dangdut song otherwise we would have probably died laughing from the girls doing the gerudi. cat wanted to request a song 'nangka balut sarung' or something like that but all that we got out of a drummer (whom zetty knew) was a blank expression that went 'huh??'

till next time then....