Dan Ryans
If you were at Dan Ryans last night and heard a group of people of making a huge racket and had cursed us for it, we're truly sorry but we were having so much fun!
My company, in order to cater for a visiting guest, decided to welcome Christmas early this year. In the restaurant, we wined and dined, shrieked like hyenas and posed for the multiple cameras like truly accomplished camwhores. We feasted on fragrant banana and walnut muffins, dry as sawdust cakes, cheese-drenched nachos with meat toppings, red-hot buffalo wings, tasty soup with thin crackers, australian fillet mignon, steaming racks of ribs, stuffed turkeys with cranberry sauce and log cakes adorned with plastic figurines. We ended up outrageously piling food on unsuspecting victims' plates because we couldn't finish up!
In a bid to be festive so early in the month, i donned my very shiny and bright red top with over-the-top silver sequins and a sombre black skirt complete with sparkly make-up, my pair of reindeer horns and a red nose that would have done Ruldoph proud. Dape complained that i seemed to take on a new alter ego whenever i put on "The Nose". I would start assuming this air of a tragic reindeer, looking very mournful indeed. And somehow i feel that way too. And so like a nimble reindeer, i whirled my way around the two long tables, mingling.
We moved on elsewhere after our good meal, spirits incredibly heightened by the effects of the rich wine and that's when we did further silly things like pretending it's someone else's birthday when it's not, getting the band to sing a birthday song and started singing and clapping and stomping along and also dedicating a song for "The Birthday Boy" - "Wake me up when September ends". The whole mood suddenly went all from happy to pensive in an instant when the song request was adhered, having the sad fact of reality overwhelming us knowing that we enjoy each other's company so but yet by a strange twist of fate we met and now have to separate in a week's time, most probably relegated to a lifetime of proximity and leaving a trail of yearning hearts in its wake.
My company, in order to cater for a visiting guest, decided to welcome Christmas early this year. In the restaurant, we wined and dined, shrieked like hyenas and posed for the multiple cameras like truly accomplished camwhores. We feasted on fragrant banana and walnut muffins, dry as sawdust cakes, cheese-drenched nachos with meat toppings, red-hot buffalo wings, tasty soup with thin crackers, australian fillet mignon, steaming racks of ribs, stuffed turkeys with cranberry sauce and log cakes adorned with plastic figurines. We ended up outrageously piling food on unsuspecting victims' plates because we couldn't finish up!
In a bid to be festive so early in the month, i donned my very shiny and bright red top with over-the-top silver sequins and a sombre black skirt complete with sparkly make-up, my pair of reindeer horns and a red nose that would have done Ruldoph proud. Dape complained that i seemed to take on a new alter ego whenever i put on "The Nose". I would start assuming this air of a tragic reindeer, looking very mournful indeed. And somehow i feel that way too. And so like a nimble reindeer, i whirled my way around the two long tables, mingling.
We moved on elsewhere after our good meal, spirits incredibly heightened by the effects of the rich wine and that's when we did further silly things like pretending it's someone else's birthday when it's not, getting the band to sing a birthday song and started singing and clapping and stomping along and also dedicating a song for "The Birthday Boy" - "Wake me up when September ends". The whole mood suddenly went all from happy to pensive in an instant when the song request was adhered, having the sad fact of reality overwhelming us knowing that we enjoy each other's company so but yet by a strange twist of fate we met and now have to separate in a week's time, most probably relegated to a lifetime of proximity and leaving a trail of yearning hearts in its wake.
posted by Alphabet Moppet at 6:07 PM
4 Comments:
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
I heard you were so gone! Haha you happily omitted the fact out!
Looks like fun! You like nice with your over-the-top top!
shh... thats for the private ears. who the fell told tales!
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