Curiosity killed the Cat

I'd somewhat decided to clear one of my many back-logged blog entries today, since I'll be busy meeting up with friends over the next seven days (yes seven days, let's hope my wardrobe can take the hit). The pending Paris post still seems too daunting to even prod- thanks to our extremely enthusiastic camwhorage- so I've decided to do the review of the buffet I went with my parents last weekend instead. It's quite appalling how my blog is slowly transforming into a food blog since my royal descent into sunny Singapore. This proves one thing: Singapore really is a food paradise.

Digressions aside, I've always wanted to try out Ritz Carlton's buffet for several reasons:

1) The entrance to the hotel is quite secluded and exclusive, giving it a very posh feel. (Think Shangri La)

2) The greenhouse is all lined with glass panels, which meant that as a kid running around in Marina Square, I always could see people digging into their delicious buffet platters, which was rather tempting.

3) You always, always, always read about people dining at Ritz Carlton in your chick lits. Especially those with illicit affairs. But that's besides the point, the point is, Becky Bloomwood likes the food at Ritz. And any normal chick lit fan would always want to follow their chicklit hero.

So with these three very good reasons, and a fifty-percent promotion to boot, my parents and I headed to try out their buffet selection last weekend.

#Plate One: Mussels, Crab, Prawns, Sashimi and Salmon.

As I've mentioned in a previous buffet post (Sam's guide to eating buffets, I think it featured The Line@ Shangri La) a long time ago, always start off with the good, expensive food to make the buffet worth your while. Also, before everyone attacks it and there is no more left (because they usually take ages to refill the expensive dishes). The mussels were normal, crab was tasteless, prawns were fresh but nothing fantastic, and sashimi was also normal. If I'd had to compare this with other hotels, Orchard Hotel does the best and freshest prawns, sashimi and crabs. On the bright side, the wasabi was really good!

#Plate Two: Japanese Chawanmushi, prawns, sushi and salad.
Time for some greens for plate number two (vegetables don't fill you up much, so they can be eaten at round two). The salad was surprisingly good! They used this clear, sour-tasting dressing/oil which I liked very much. The sushi wasn't really nice (rice was too hard) but the wasabi helped disguise the taste so all was fine. Chawanmushi was an interesting bonus because not many hotel buffets come with that! It was nice and warm. Thumbs up!

#Plate Three: Sushi, Sashimi, Briyani Rice, some cooked dishes

Now that the important, expensive dishes have been eaten, some form of carbs are allowed. The fried prawn sushi was actually very good! But everything else on this plate is normal. But to be fair, most other hotels don't serve outstanding cooked local food either. Took sashimi again because its been a long time since I've had it. But of course, the best buffet for Sashimi is still Ikoi at Mirama Hotel!

#Bowl Four: Ramen
To be honest, I don't usually take the cook-on-the-spot carb meal at buffets (usually it's laksa or fishball noodles) because it fills one up so much but this time I made an exception because I was craving ramen (I really like ramen and I haven't had any in the UK!) and the ramen looked good. I wasn't disappointed because the chef was kind enough not to give too much noodles, and there was a lot of liao (ingredients) and the ramen was springy and nice to chew. Thumbs up!

Bowl Five: Soups!
Didn't take photos of this (because soup photos are so boring) but Ritz has an awesome selection of soup! There were seven choices, ranging from herbal chicken soup, to crabmeat soup (like sharks' fin), to Korean Salmon soup, to Tomato soup... The list goes on! I only tried the first two soups but they were really, really good. Kudos to Ritz for having such a large selection of soups that other hotels don't! Thumbs up!

Plate Six: Cheesecake, Mango dessert, jam pastry and bread pudding.
Cheesecake and bread pudding were gooood. Mango Dessert was too sweet and the jam pastry was inedible! But bread pudding mmmmmmm (:

Basket Seven: Strawberries!
Okay I was totally bought over when I realised they served strawberries. I dipped them in sugar. It really really good, all sweet and succulent (: Thumbs up for providing strawberries when other hotels don't!

Final Verdict: The buffet was not bad, it had several unique points which appealed to me, like the large selection of soups, the strawberries and the tasty ramen. There was also sufficient seafood for one to feel that the buffet is rather worth it. But if I wanted really good seafood, I would say Orchard Hotel does it better. For good sashimi, Ikoi does it better. For good dessert, Traders Hotel does it best (the durian paste in a cup is to die for!). And for way, way better variety, The Line at Shangri La is the best. They have like, what, sixteen stations? Nevertheless, ambience at Ritz Carlton is good, and since the food is not too bad, if there's another fifty percent promotion, I won't say no to it :D

Om nom nom (:

Labels: food, outing, photos, review

July 13, 2009 2:28 PM

Family Sunday

Today is Sunday. Sunday is Family Day, which means good food galore! Had dimsum at the Crystal Jade at Paragon which I still insist is the best dimsum place around Singapore. The ambience is good, and the food even better. Maybe I'll change my mind after trying Fullerton's dimsum next month, but for now, Crystal Jade at Paragon is the love. Spending eleven hours out shopping with my parents was lovely too. Family bonding is something I've really missed back in the UK. All that warmth and fuzziness and laughter. haha.

Labels: food, outing, photos

July 12, 2009 6:25 PM

food pornography

its been a long time since i've trawled east coast beach at night. its still the same peaceful serenity, until, well, the thunderstorm hit. got drenched, which means that if i fall sick again, its MY OWN FAULT. on a brighter note, i was stranded at lagoon hawker centre, which means supper, supper! sinful singapore with its many om nom noms. hah. i'm talking in baby language. i am tired. i'll let the photos do the talking.

#1: Musical People at Thai Express

#2: More musical people

#3: Tom Yum Hor Fun

#4: Scene at Lagoon Hawker Centre/ In the midst of a thunderstorm

#5: Hokkien Mee

#6: Oyster Omelette

Labels: food, outing, photos

July 11, 2009 4:26 PM

from marseille to warwick

20th June 2009/ On the plane from Marseille to Birmingham

Our little holiday has almost ended. I'm on the plane back home to Warwick now (unknowingly, Warwick has already become a "home" to me now). I'm sitting by the window; We're flying above the clouds. It's slightly refreshing to see the clouds from this side. How many times have we looked up from below and wondered about the boisterous bouquet of white fluff with its different shapes and patterns? From above though, the white bouquet is tinged with the orange glow from the setting sun, and the shapes and patterns all seem somewhat... smaller. Less majestic, because it feels as if you can just reach out and touch them. Is this how life is like as well? You're less dazzled by what's within your grasp but infinitely awed by what's beyond your reach?

There's this little boy with big, baby blues in the seat directly in front of me. I learn that his name is Jake, he's three years old and he converses fluently in both French and English. Every once in a while, his little stubby left hand would creep around his seat towards me, waiting for me to touch it teasingly, before he snatches his hand away, squealing as he does it. Again and again we play the exact same game, yet astonishingly, his squeals are no less delightful each time. His right hand is coming around the seat now. I touch it. His squeals rise another notch higher. He smiles. He laughes. I think the kids have got it right. Simple contentment with the little things in life. Where's the kid in every one of us?

20th June/ On the train from Birmingham International to Coventry Train Station

I think writing while travelling is beautiful. Be it on a bus, or a train, or a plane. There's this special moment of limbo, as the sights and sounds streak past the window beside you. This moment of limbo, how do I describe it? Its like brimming with the memories of the place you've just left behind, yet also filled with the anticipation and curiosity of the place you're heading towards. This subtle mixture of feelings. It'll be such a shame to simply sleep it away and not pen down those thoughts.

Labels: musings, photos, travel

July 10, 2009 6:39 AM

if life were a bowl of katong laksa

i love spice. we all love spice. but sometimes when the spiciness gets overboard, it hits you in the nose and eyes. thats when the sniffling begins; thats when the tears start to fall. a small, niggling voice of curiosity asks you, why do you love spice in the first place? then another voice interrupts, you shouldn't be thinking this way. you shouldn't. so stop and be good now, child.

on a happier note, i satisfied my katong laksa craving today.

Labels: food, moods, musings

July 9, 2009 3:45 PM

the little box of nostalgia

before coming back to Singapore, I mentally prepared myself for the riot of changes that will accost me. the usual warnings that those before me have dispensed: that things will be different, people will have changed, your friends will be too busy with other friends and well, quite frankly, the world doesn't revolve around you. Singapore has moved on while you were happily traipsing away in England. luckily, that riot of changes hasn't hit me yet, or hopefully, it wouldn't hit me at all. Singapore is still the same familiar, nostalgic place and friends are achingly familiar. i'm really glad. and thankful. so maybe a small smug piece of me can daydream that the world does revolve around me after all.

braddel mrt station still looks exactly the same. i spent thirty minutes this morning exploring the station (careful to note any changes) while waiting for meiyue. nothing has changed. the same spot where i stood waiting for twenty minutes when my shoe broke, the same this fashion and this budget outlet displaying their gawdy outfits. oh. yes. maybe a some slight change- they aren't displaying you-know-who's daily attire to office anymore :D breakfast with meiyue felt just like the old times too. two of us sitting at the fast-food outlet booth, exchanging gossips and teasing each other. remember the days where we headed to KFC (when we needed to sit and bitch and didn't want anyone to overhear us) and had our massive heart-to-heart talks? three-hour lunches we took then, persuading ourselves that the sky's tears was with us, crying for our frustration at work and a sign that we should take a longer lunch. haha. those days.

sph office still looks exactly the same too. the nice, familiar smell which made me fall in love with the place when i first entered the building to submit my scholarship application form. the desks are the same, the suntimes eating table is still there and oh. the toilets! still the ones i knew (and loved) because it has that fascinating, fascinating automatic paper napkin machine which i've only seen once elsewhere- at the top floor of esplanade. then there are the people: mavis - still the same, loud and always making us laugh, jamie - still in her long skirts and demure ways, dawn - still looking stylish and young with her bangs and cool outfits, and not forgetting ben - still nice as ever (thank you for coming down even though you're on leave and thanks for the lift to town!) and forever getting grilled by me for gossips. apparently, they say i'm still exactly the same too. look the same, and i guess even my clothes are the same. haha. in a small way, its gratifying. change can be so.. scary sometimes.

and then there was you, theBOY. still, we end up chatting over toffeenut frappuccinos and exchanging love life stories. as usual, you always ask the right questions to make me reveal more (SIGH. unfair you.) at least watching the movie was a little different. the last time i watched a movie with you- Love Actually- i talked so much that the couple in front of me turned around and scolded me, you remember? this time though, i think i was suitably quiet. or maybe, i was just too busy gawking at megan fox.

even the feeling of rushing home to beat a curfew? still feels exactly the same. well the slight difference was, this time wasn't exactly a curfew, i simply had to rush home to mop the house before everyone sleeps. hah.

thank you for the book and the postcard and for sharing this little book of I Love You. its really one of the cutest and sweetest things i've seen in a long, long time. maybe, just maybe, i'll go hunt it down and buy it behind your back and save if for the day when i become a desperate spinster and badly need to propose to someone to soothe my ticking biological clock. haha. maybe.

Labels: daily doings, outing

July 7, 2009 4:32 PM

yet another ramble

finally got a chance to put on my blades and skate along east coast park again! morning blading session with kelvin (low) at ecp, where we swoped nine months worth of stories (i must say, i win hands down) and it felt just like old times. we're so similar its scary. was told to watch ghosts of girlfriends past. haha. that's going to be quite... interesting.

#1: After blading, we headed down to meet Marcus and Yuliang for Marcus' birthday eve celebration lunch! :D

#2: Pool afterwards (sigh, boys will always be boys) and guess what! Marcus beat the other two boys at pool... and guess who beat marcus? None other than miss-i-really-cannot-shoot-for-nuts Samantha Eng! :D

#3: The upset birthday boy

#3: Convinced it was a fluke, I had to attempt to beat the reigning winner (of the boys) again. Just when the competition was intense and there was only one striped and one solid ball left, guess who shot the black ball in? :D

#4: And thanks to this beloved black ball, I won again! :D Exciting stuff (:

#5: Headed off to Clark Quay for a gathering of some of the council people. It was nice to meet up and gossip all about nj again (good thing denise is still in nj!), listen to the boys talk army (and i thought it was over since the three seniors didn't mention army at all in the day) and laugh over the old times. NJ OEI!

Okay I'm off. Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCUS! Please try my 1159 idea and best of luck (: And be thankful I sacrificed a Fullerton Dim Sum Buffet to hang out with you today!

Labels: birthday wishes, daily doings, outing, photos

July 5, 2009 5:11 PM

and boys will be boys.

stuck at home. because lunch with the chinablacks and dinner with kelvin (low) and marcus have both been cancelled. oh well. i should get used to boredom. its going to be a long three months.

on a more positive note though, i finally satisfied my japanese food craving at Sushi Tei yesterday. ooooh i almost forgot how nice jap food is. had loads of wasabi. i love, love, love, loveeee wasabi. haha as my travel mates will tell you, i'm weird. i like all the exiciting sauces (mustard, vinegar, chilli, wasabi). we all need a little spice in our lives!

and timbre with my two ~~favourite~~ weird boys was not bad. all that crazy song dedication, endless poking and nipple pulling (the two boys, not me). boys will be boys. they never grow up. haaa.

#1: Comospolitan, because I was too shy to ask for a Screaming Orgasm. Well, I'm sure the waiter knew what I was about to ask. I was practising the order when he popped out of no where. Embarassing, much?

#2: Winnie the pooh! :D

#3: Jaffie the er... nineteen year old! Boy in brown, poker-boy ;)

#4: Me and Jaf! Jaf says, the macro-function is on so the shot is blurry and unfocused :(

#5: hahaha epic photo of the night. jafnie being bullied and having chilli pepper (i forgot what it's called jaf, tell me again!) all over his pizza... and on the table.

#6: Boys will be boys.

#7: Everyone! Jaf, you should have worn black too then the three of us would have been in black and denim. Then we also couldn't have sabotaged you with the boy-in-brown threat :D

If you're bored and need some stupid stories to spice up your life, ask me to recite to you the song dedications we wrote, they were a complete hoot :D

Labels: daily doings, outing, photos

July 3, 2009 9:15 AM

with love from the south of france

the human mind is a funny thing. some things, we never forget. whole memories, like a VCR on rewind, that we can keep playing in our hearts and head. then there are those memories which float away so quickly. how many days ago was it when we descended upon the south of france again? twenty? seventeen? fourteen? no. wait. stop. thirteen. it was thirteen.

thirteen days ago we stumbled, tired and tanned, into the south of france.

it feels like almost a lifetime ago. here i am, in a completely different continent altogether, sitting in my cottton pajamas and air-conditioned room- i can barely make out the edges of the flurry of emotions i felt at that time, nor recall the many things we did and didn't do. did we do this first? or that? or...or, were we enthralled by southern france's quaint charm? or too tired to notice?

lucky for me, my trusty (okay, not so trusty since it kept vibrating on my trip) camera and new moleskin (which was purchased at the Picasso Musuem in Barcelona) kept my memories for me. we arrived at Marseille on the seventeenth of june all worn-out and weary at first. maybe it was because we had to awake at six am that morning. or the six hundred and sixty-eight steps we climbed just the night before.

or maybe you just don't see the quaint charm of a little town when you've just left the city of lights of Paris. but there we were, sunkissed and sticky, and it sure didn't help that our accomodation (nice and lovely, right next to the metro) did a bunk on us and we were deported all the way to one end of the town to a faraway (but afterwards we admitted it was really lovely and quaint) hotel. but well, we managed. and it wasn't altogether a bad thing. after all, i would never have met hot guy number two (hereafter known as hgnt, ask my travel mates for the story if you wish) otherwise :D

#1: This was taken at the steps of our quaint new hotel. The purpose of it is to prove that I really was very tanned! Very brown legs! And for some strange reason there is an eerie glow emanating between pengkun and me. hmmmm.

After much confusion and miming, we finally got settled into our new hotel and stopped our grumpiness (because hurray! there are buses to town! we are not stuck!) we have also concluded that since we are all so tired and marseille was such a relaxing, beachy town, it was going to be a laid-back beach holiday from that moment onwards. which was a great idea to me, since well, i'd been travelling for nine whole days by then.

So we chilled out, explored our new area and found a huge supermarket (bigger that our tesco!) and this yummy Italian place nearby.

#2: At Pinocchio, the Italian Restaurant. Why does Jerrick look strangely... fair?

#3: Pk and me. Excuse the retarded expression, I think dear Jerrick didn't count before taking the picture. Or it could be because I was so ravenous I couldn't open my mouth in case I start drooling over the heavenly smells wafting over to our table. Oh boy, I love Italian food.

#4: Our extremely enormous and delicous salad starter. It tasted really, really good. I think I was grinning widely from ear-to-ear as I dug into the food enthusiastically. The other three commented that was the first time I seem to have finished my food. Well it can't be helped. It was my second Italian meal since I'd left Singapore nine months ago!

#5: Our very picture-worthy mushroom linguine. It wasn't as tasty as the salad and the calzone pizza (i like calzone pizzas very much, thanks to Al Forno's along East Coast Road in Singapore), but it certainly looked good enough to ~~eat~~ swoon at.

After that carbs-laden meal, we worked it off by climbing (and not taking the silly tram because we are ~~fit and enthusiastic~~ poor students) right up to the top of the highest point in Marseille- their Notre Dame church. It was really a very steep climb (especially since our poor calves haven't recovered from the 668 steps from the night before), but we still made it! Well, Chloe and I were the winners while PK and Jerrick were the lagging losers (:

#6: The stunning view of Marseille from the top

#7: All the little buildings and roads and houses. They look like miniature models that we can pick off anytime.

Spent quite some time at the top of Notre Dame since we expended so much effort to climb up there. We even attended a mass (in French though), so all we did we follow others as they stood and sat because we couldn't understand a word. I was highly smitten by this little French girl, a few rows in front of me, who kept turning around and flashing me the sweetest and most charming smile ever. Wanted to take a photo of her (you will see in other posts that I've taken tons of kids' photos because they are simply adorable) but felt that it wasn't appropriate during a mass. Ah well.

#8: True to our promise for the time spent in southern france to be a relaxing beach holiday, we whiled the rest of the day away by the port. My great idea, since that was practically what I kept doing in Barcelona and it was one of the best, most relaxing feeling ever.

#9: Dipping our toes (: Pk and Chloe finally gave up protesting about the oily water and how they had to put socks on later- and joined me in my toe-dipping activity (: Okay, maybe it had to do with the fact that I splashed water on pk's toes...

#10: Sunset at the docks. Tres romantique (:

that night, on the way home, was the night we glimpsed hgnt on the bus. we held our cheeky grins as we each checked him out discreetly (okay, maybe not-so-discreetly in my case since i was smiling wildly at such a visual feast right in front of me). upon alighting the bus, we each burst out into simultaneous squeals and laughter. ahh. cute guys are a common interest and marseille, really is a rather nice place after all :D

#11: Day Two: We took a bus down to a nearby town- Aix en Provence.

#12: If we thought Marseille was quaint, Provence was even more quaint. And pretty. Pretty to an extent I can't really describe. Fountains everywhere, the buildings all brightly-coloured and there was so much to take in as we walked along the quirky cobbled streets.

#13: There was lots of shopping too. We ended up going into shops before lunch and wandering about, trying massage chairs to ease our aching bodies, and acting like children in a big candy shop. This usually means tinkering with everything we see. Well, for me, its tinkering and taking photos with everything that catches my eye. This was at Zara Home.

#14: Since it was declared a lazy-dazy afternoon, we decided to spend some time on lunch and colourful bubbly drinks :D

#15: Croque Madame, which is a must-try in France, according to Nic. Well, I couldn't agree less. It's incredibly yummy, with melted ham and cheese in between warm, sticky toast with a runny sunny-side-up on top of it. What is there not to like about this dish! This was my second time having it on the trip.

#16: One of the fountains we chanced upon. Like I said, they have many beautiful fountains littered randomly across the cobbled streets. It's so quirky and beautiful.

#17: Our feet! And well, my very brown, sunkissed ankles.

#17: A pigeon flying towards the fountain to drink some water.

#18: As I'd already mentioned, all the little buildings have such pretty, bold colours. I really like how everything looks!

#18: The fountain, from the corner (:

#19: A random street name. I simply like the assortment of different things in this shot.

#20: And this was us in the middle of one of the shopping streets! Chloe oh chloe, why are you camera shy? ;)

Day two went past really quickly at Provence. Maybe it was because of the long lunch, or my horror story about the toilet at the train station there (ask me and I will tell you. give me the key words: self-cleaning, darkness, and water shooting at me from everywhere), or finally being able to use wifi at a cafe and sitting there for ages and ages :D Us internet deprived kids!

#21: We spent the next one-and-a-half days just bumming around in Marseille. This is us at the Marseille stadium! Partially fueled by ~~our~~ my our desire to see hgnt again! Because PK, our best person for checking out guys, says that he has to be on the youth team in Marseille. And if PK says so, then he has to be :D

#22: Despite not spotting the person we want to spot, we're still smiling happily at the end of it. See! We are not lusting after younger french boys. Really!

#23: We decided to return to the port and toe-dip again. This time (well, actually all the time), I entertained everyone with my off-key and made-up lyrics to songs after songs. My lyrics are very cool. It always has to do with asking why people don't look impressed by my lovely singing :D

#24: HAHAHA. Favourite photo of the trip. After ENDLESS jibes about my ummm, less-than-ample chestsize from miss chloe nott, this photo (with the effort of arching one's back) spells out: HAHA IN YOUR FACE!

#25: SIGH. Last photo by our favourite port where we laid back and suntanned and listened to me sing songs :(

Finally, we decided that since it was our very last night on the trip, we deserved a really good dinner. So off we trooped to this posh-looking restaurant (which has wifi by the way!) called Mason Blanche. It's by the port and has a perfect view of the sunset. Very very pretty (:

#26: PK and I with our menus.

#27: The wine-glass, which PK thankfully didn't break? hahahaha ;)

#28: Decided to treat ourselves to some wine and tried the Rose wine that was made in Provence itself. I don't usually drink/eat pink things but the waitress raved about this wine so much that we just had to try it. Wow. It was a good choice because the wine tasted absolutely yummy. Like all dry and crisp, yet a deliciously warm and fulfilling aftertaste. I like! :D

#29: I thought this was a really, really cool shot of Jerrick beyon the wineglass. Sam the awesome photographer! :D

#30: And this is the photo I shall henceforth use to blackmail PK with. I bet daddy doesn't know his little girl is a little alcoholic ;)

#31: With the yummy rose wine (:

#32: CHLOE I POKE YOU! :D

#33: We ordered Bouillabaisse, which is this seafood stew that is very essentially french. This was the bread and very yummy garlic sauce and cheese slices. Which we were then supposed to dip into our...

#34: Fish soup! Aka bouillabaise, it was quite yummy but I somewhat didn't finish the fish because there was just so much and fish isn't really a favourite of mine. But the bread with the dips and soaked in fish soup is just delicious.

#35: PK's tiramisu dessert, which we all helped to finish :D

#36: Jerrick tried to do the same fish-eye wineglass effect on me, but my photo above is obviously so much better ;)

And finally, dinner and our last night at Marseille was over. The next day was just a flurry of packing and pastries and off we left for home. I think I left Marseille with mixed feelings, because it wasn't like leaving Barcelona or Paris- where there were more places to visit. This leaving behind meant going back home. One part of me yearned for warwick and the comfort of my own room while the other didn't want this beach holiday to end and well, there were so many things we didn't get to do! Like go to the actual beach maybe? Haha.

Still it was nice go back to the comforts of Warwick. And instant mee (:

#37: Goodbye Marseille. It was nice having met you.

Posts about Paris and Barcelona coming soon! :D

Labels: food, photos, travel

June 30, 2009 1:22 AM

and i almost forgot how orchard road looked like

you know, every day i tell myself to finally tell my travel stories about france and spain, yet every night i get home so tired that i simply don't have the energy to do it. as it is, tonight is another one of those procrastinating nights and i'll just leave you with a simple photo post about my delicious meetup with celine and jafnie, all that dying brain cells, bimbotic talk with the american slang, and like, saying like, like so many times. some things never change (:

#1: Orchard Ion, which is so sparkly, dazzling, like a shimmering shiny new toy in the heart of Orchard Road. Jafnie says, I should like it very much since I am attracted to colours, like any proper airhead should. (that's like, totally like, so not true)

#2: The three of us, with the shimmering dazzle in the background. I had to charm mr-cute-guy-but-when-he-smiles-he-has-braces-on to take a photo for us and he was quite nice about it. He didn't flinch when celine and i squealed while fighting for a spot, and also kept asking if the photo was okay.

#3: Dessert at Canele. This one's called Barcelona ;)

#4: Macaroons, also from Canele, but it did not have the 33poundsperbox, melt-in-your-mouth effect that the Macaroons from Hermes in Paris had.

Really enjoyed meeting up with friends all over again (: Thank you Jaf for the gentlemanly treat :D

And tomorrow I promise to share my travel stories. really. for now, sleep time before having our little President-VP breakfast with Claire tomorrow (:

Labels: daily doings, food, outing

June 29, 2009 5:23 PM