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phrasemuffin) wrote2006-05-31 10:48 pm
phrasemuffin) wrote2006-05-31 10:48 pm
Sunday, 28th May, 2am
haHA! I’m back from all of it now… YAY!!! while also not so much “yay”… but that’ll come later =D
Ok, so the reception was cool and my hopes obviously prevailed – the “Star Room”, the function room at The Imax, was better than I had expected. I think I had envisaged a bland old hall or something, but this was nicer, being an almost wedge-shaped room that overlooks the harbour and the cityscape – not a bad view if you like the Industrial/Office-Block look… which I don’t, but I can still recognise views others would comment positively on. This was definitely one of them.
The food was nice – entrée was either 4prawns+3oysters+1muscle+salad_greens, or 2spinach&feta_cannelloni. I got the seafood, but on the reaction of my mother to the oysters, I was turned off them and gave them to my grandfather. The prawns were nice, but while shelling them, they tended to dribble and ooze a lot of excess dressing/liquid, so that wasn’t so nice… but they were still good. Main course was either chicken, wrapped in some Italian-ham-looking thing, filled with a small amount of mango puree, sitting on shredded potato and cheese, beans and half a tomato with… well, things in it, all drizzled in a honey soy sauce, or a slab of meet, probably lamb (yet rather reminiscent of the Formal’s slab of cow *shudder*), coated with a reportedly amazing (and seemingly almost-orgasmic) mustard/sauce, also sitting on the potato/bean/tomato combo. Dessert was either a 3/4s-the-size-of-my-hand heart-shaped bowl made of milk chocolate which was filled with a champagne-tasting crème and strawberries and pear bits, encircled by a ring of raspberry sauce, or a smaller heart made out of thin strips of white chocolate standing in a wall-like position, with a nutty cream inside and huge shards of what I assume to be caramelised sugar.
One problem, though. Like I said before, when you are at a wedding reception, you are somewhat expected to dance. I didn’t, as I don’t, and because I don’t mingle well with this side of the family, I pretty much sat at the table all night watching all sorts of things, such as others dancing, the candles, the walls… yeah, I’m like that. I get more joy out of watching people be happy than I do in trying to join in on the happiness (at least in most situations).
However, the best part of the night was probably our waiter/server. His name was Lucas, he had olive skin, and was rather young… not to mention delicious. I was so tempted to write my name and number down on something and casually slip it into his pocket as he was clearing the table, or near the end of the night, just hook my finger into his pants and drag him over to the alcove where the lifts and toilets were and… well, I think that’s kind of obvious. I think that if he’d made any kind of actual eye contact with me, or returned a smile before I looked away, or if my family wasn’t surrounding me, I would have done something. It was kind of weird when my grandfather started talking to Lucas about his name and “what it really is”, like the native-version as opposed to the anglicised-version… or something.
When that was finally over at 11ish, my sister and I went back to Yang-en’s for her 21st and, even though we got there late and some of my co-workers had to leave almost as soon as we got there, it was awesome. I saw my uni friend, and met two more – a guy and a girl… whose names I have mixed, muddled and forgotten. The guy had finished doing a BA at USYD and was really into music, and the girl was a Faculty of Science girl, possibly at Cumbo Campus USYD. The guy…wow. That’s all I can say, apart from “it’s days like these that I really want some way of determining the sexuality of people in an unobtrusive manner… something along the lines of a gaydar”.
Anyway, I got to see Yang-en, who I no longer work with, which I am sad over, and another Kate, who I also no longer work with (who also goes to Cumbo), which I am also sad over (not the Cumbo part, just the non-working-together bit, though if she did come to Main Campus there'd be no problem), and that was way cool. I also got to see work people outside of the work context, which was nice. And I think that Swendon (a guy from school in the year above me who is a drummer/audio-engineer guy) who also goes to USYD was there, but we weren’t looking at each other at the same time so we couldn’t even get that “hi… I know you… sort of” smile going on to acknowledge each other's presence. :(
Oh and I got Music notes from a missed lecture off my uni friend… that was sweet.
Anyway, we left about 12:45am, and I’m working at about 2pm today (12hours away), so that’ll be fun.
Oh, and people were finally appreciative of my chivalry – letting women go first, letting women sit down while I, the man, stand, and all that jazz… it was so nice that they noticed. And they complimented me on my tie/shirt combo, which I am still very proud of, even if they did outshine me (my grandfather, upon seeing me, asked me “who dressed you?” as if I couldn’t get myself looking that snazzy all by myself, which I had done, so there… that was kind of disheartening, and I think I overcompensated when they complimented me at Yang-en’s, but that’s ok).
... is it wrong that I was looking forward to Yang-en's party more than my own cousin's wedding?
And… um… now I’m in bed so I think I’ll just go to sleep… NOW!
Ok, so the reception was cool and my hopes obviously prevailed – the “Star Room”, the function room at The Imax, was better than I had expected. I think I had envisaged a bland old hall or something, but this was nicer, being an almost wedge-shaped room that overlooks the harbour and the cityscape – not a bad view if you like the Industrial/Office-Block look… which I don’t, but I can still recognise views others would comment positively on. This was definitely one of them.
The food was nice – entrée was either 4prawns+3oysters+1muscle+salad_greens, or 2spinach&feta_cannelloni. I got the seafood, but on the reaction of my mother to the oysters, I was turned off them and gave them to my grandfather. The prawns were nice, but while shelling them, they tended to dribble and ooze a lot of excess dressing/liquid, so that wasn’t so nice… but they were still good. Main course was either chicken, wrapped in some Italian-ham-looking thing, filled with a small amount of mango puree, sitting on shredded potato and cheese, beans and half a tomato with… well, things in it, all drizzled in a honey soy sauce, or a slab of meet, probably lamb (yet rather reminiscent of the Formal’s slab of cow *shudder*), coated with a reportedly amazing (and seemingly almost-orgasmic) mustard/sauce, also sitting on the potato/bean/tomato combo. Dessert was either a 3/4s-the-size-of-my-hand heart-shaped bowl made of milk chocolate which was filled with a champagne-tasting crème and strawberries and pear bits, encircled by a ring of raspberry sauce, or a smaller heart made out of thin strips of white chocolate standing in a wall-like position, with a nutty cream inside and huge shards of what I assume to be caramelised sugar.
One problem, though. Like I said before, when you are at a wedding reception, you are somewhat expected to dance. I didn’t, as I don’t, and because I don’t mingle well with this side of the family, I pretty much sat at the table all night watching all sorts of things, such as others dancing, the candles, the walls… yeah, I’m like that. I get more joy out of watching people be happy than I do in trying to join in on the happiness (at least in most situations).
However, the best part of the night was probably our waiter/server. His name was Lucas, he had olive skin, and was rather young… not to mention delicious. I was so tempted to write my name and number down on something and casually slip it into his pocket as he was clearing the table, or near the end of the night, just hook my finger into his pants and drag him over to the alcove where the lifts and toilets were and… well, I think that’s kind of obvious. I think that if he’d made any kind of actual eye contact with me, or returned a smile before I looked away, or if my family wasn’t surrounding me, I would have done something. It was kind of weird when my grandfather started talking to Lucas about his name and “what it really is”, like the native-version as opposed to the anglicised-version… or something.
When that was finally over at 11ish, my sister and I went back to Yang-en’s for her 21st and, even though we got there late and some of my co-workers had to leave almost as soon as we got there, it was awesome. I saw my uni friend, and met two more – a guy and a girl… whose names I have mixed, muddled and forgotten. The guy had finished doing a BA at USYD and was really into music, and the girl was a Faculty of Science girl, possibly at Cumbo Campus USYD. The guy…wow. That’s all I can say, apart from “it’s days like these that I really want some way of determining the sexuality of people in an unobtrusive manner… something along the lines of a gaydar”.
Anyway, I got to see Yang-en, who I no longer work with, which I am sad over, and another Kate, who I also no longer work with (who also goes to Cumbo), which I am also sad over (not the Cumbo part, just the non-working-together bit, though if she did come to Main Campus there'd be no problem), and that was way cool. I also got to see work people outside of the work context, which was nice. And I think that Swendon (a guy from school in the year above me who is a drummer/audio-engineer guy) who also goes to USYD was there, but we weren’t looking at each other at the same time so we couldn’t even get that “hi… I know you… sort of” smile going on to acknowledge each other's presence. :(
Oh and I got Music notes from a missed lecture off my uni friend… that was sweet.
Anyway, we left about 12:45am, and I’m working at about 2pm today (12hours away), so that’ll be fun.
Oh, and people were finally appreciative of my chivalry – letting women go first, letting women sit down while I, the man, stand, and all that jazz… it was so nice that they noticed. And they complimented me on my tie/shirt combo, which I am still very proud of, even if they did outshine me (my grandfather, upon seeing me, asked me “who dressed you?” as if I couldn’t get myself looking that snazzy all by myself, which I had done, so there… that was kind of disheartening, and I think I overcompensated when they complimented me at Yang-en’s, but that’s ok).
... is it wrong that I was looking forward to Yang-en's party more than my own cousin's wedding?
And… um… now I’m in bed so I think I’ll just go to sleep… NOW!