Hi Harry. Yes Harry. Tell Harry.

Weekend was a blast. Quite.

Mrs Darls turns 52 on Friday. Angel & I went over to her place to usher in the sacred day the day before. Snucked around the house trying to get one candle litted up (for the rest). From the kitchen to Puppy's room (where the almond fruitcake is hidden). The wind had to blow it out. Scurried back to the kitchen again, trying as hard as possible to look... disdained. Ha. Clock stirkes 12 as Angel pretends to get ready to leave. Lights off and out I marched with the litted cake.

Obviously that was just the beginning.

On the actual day itself, Angel & M.Lady brought Mrs Darls and Aunty Su to this brilliant Indian restaurent. I was away up north, meeting Princess and sister G for ice cream at Swensons. Head off to New Asia with another cake (Yogurt Frost) to surprise Mrs Darls yet again. Followed by a birthday movie treat at Suntec. Shall we dance? Lovely.

Saturday was D's bbq day. Put all the gurls to work and this is what you get; charcoals refused to burn because we couldn't block out the wind; chopsticks & plastic spoons were used to place fire-starters into place; fire starters crumbles to peices when it burns for too long before we managed to place the charcoals into position; rebuilding the structure (of charcoals) because they didn't catch the fire before the fire starters burnt out; thumb burnt while trying to brave the heat (from charcoals) out of desperation of hunger to put those fucking charcoals into place; a box of (about 20) fire starters were used to start the first session. (on average, less then 5 is needed).

The mess was paid off with fairly over cooked chicken wings, hot dogs, piles of seafood which I don't particularly pay attention to cos I'm allergic. Not forgetting beers and lots of hilarious card games. Alright it's either hilarious cos of the beer or the gang. But either way, I can safely say for all of us (me, Rex, Amb, PJ, D, Syl, Rex's boy) that we enjoyed the stupid rules of the rule card (Kings), the retardedness of waving your fingers (mostly the indexes & the middles) frantically in each other's faces to get a 4-of-a-kind then do a retarded move/pose (no sounds allowed!) to show you're the winner and the last to notice gets leveled up (loser!). You do not speak to those who are of a higher level (you don't want to be leveled up). But those of higher levels are allowed to manipulate the lower levels while the lower levels tries really hard not to make responsive sounds. Makes it even hard when you're high.

I was, of course, the repeatative loser. I was pretty good at not making forbidden contacts. But I can't seem to respond any faster. It's the brown stuff I tell you.

In between games we caught up. About an hour before dawn breaks, we had one last game of Hi Harry. Yes Harry. Tell Harry. Gets confusing. Not difficult. But when you've laugh so hard your sides hurt the whole night, and downed cans of beer when you've got the 4th King, and your brain is shutting down because it's lacking oxygen, you just don't realize you make a mistake and have a card added to your collection and in turn, made me the first loser of our last game.

The journey home was tedious because you're freezing from the morning's breeze and you're dying to snuggle into your bed. But all was worth the endurance. It was one of those days I laugh so hard and just be happy. Thanks D. All of yall. For giving me the chance to walk down this memory lane later on in life and laugh again at how retarded we had looked.

Love love!