Fisherman’s Wharf. Ummm ummm…
Yup, Kenny's back and he brought a friend who seemed every bit like a secret agent. He’s tall, dark and rather reticent. Every bit as charming as Kenny. Was great to have almost everyone there. Even though we met up for a while, I was pretty glad to see the whole bunch again.
So anyways, the bench was long and I held a broken telephone conversation with Jemo. It seemed to get more broken with time. I’m sure at some point, we were yelling stuff at each other that only made sense to our end of the table. But I still say Jemo needs his ears de-waxed (or waxed, going by the forested area between his brows.)
Missed Imbak but his stunt double Hakim was there. Notice I’m not using pseudonyms anymore? I’m totally past that now. Watch out for our very gorgeous honorary Craig double at Attica mixing up cocktails and dazzling the girls with boyish good looks.
Oh, did you know they rent pants and shoes at Attica? Apparently people are so enamoured by the thought of rubbing shoulders with celebrities, they gladly risk exploring the world of casual bacteria. Woah… live dangerously y’all!
So anyhow, my night ended in a pretty anti-climaxed way. I hugged the girls, promised to edit Fish’s resume by that night and hurried back to work.
Dang it. I really need to get out of this rat race.
This is Audrey Lek signing off. Over to you Marlia. So how was KL?