i was walking through the little garden below my apartment when i heard music from all corners. in case you think i'm about to wax lyrical about the beauty of the garden, what i'm actually hearing is the irritating tinkles of tunes coming from the bloody lanterns.
yes, it's mid-autumn festival again and the bloody kids are going around with their stupid lanterns that produces eardrum-piercing tunes that remain in your consciousness for at least 1 week. and for the entire week, you will hum non-stop to that particular tune and will have to resort to banging your head against walls in your last, desperate attempt to get it out of your head.
this though is not what i intend to write about.
the hen night came (no puns here!) and went.
i think we all enjoyed dinner tremendously abeit being rushed to finish it quickly so we'll be ready for the stripper.
i'm beginning to suspect that there may be big money in operating stripper school. seriously.
there should be a body that does quality control on strippers.
the stripper who turned up last night was such a lame excuse of a stripper that i wanted to burst out laughing. he was the tinest man i've ever seen ( i'm not talking about dick size here, in case your dirty mind wandered elsewhere) and let's just say that the only six-pack in the house was the beer in my fridge.
then i wanted to burst out laughing again because his dancing was so lame and it's so damn bloody tough to even contemplate dirty dancing with this guy because he just reminds me of a boy. a six year old boy to be exact, so it's not very sexy....
i do have to applaud the bride-to-be for putting up such a brave front in front of this monstrosity. i would have sent him home with his dick tucked into his torso.