Before I write about my road trip, which you all must be dying to know by now😉 I’ll post a quick one about my previous Friday night.
If you had read my previous post, you’d know that I said I’d treat my friend to dinner for winning RM100, and I did just that. Angel came over to my house to check out my new room, gave me a pedicure😛 and then went for dinner.
Maybe we were too hungry and didn’t have the usual capacity of hunting for a new place we haven’t tried, so we just settled for good ol’ TGI Friday’s.
Yes, I sure would love more Fridays. Especially the ones where I’m on paid leave!
For our drinks, Angel chose the sweet, blue concoction while I chose a sour, pinkish November Sea Breeze which is not good. I remembered drinking a really nice drink from one meal in Friday’s before but I couldn’t remember the name. I think it’s Cranberry Fizz now.
Had some quesadillas for appetiser.
I had the Chicken & Shrimp Pasta Diablo, which Angel had in our previous visit to Friday’s and I loved it. Still like it, but once you get to the bottom the pasta drowns in olive oil and that is a little gross. Otherwise, it’s good!
Angel had some healthy-looking pasta.
For dessert, I chose this cute Oreo Chocolate Mint Mousse, which is served in a shot glass. Was cheap and tasted nice, but I’d prefer some cake.
Now, that wasn’t all to our Friday night. Angel, after much persuasion before tonight, convinced me to plonk RM50 to enter a club. Me, sulz, clubbing! Very odd combination, isn’t it? No pictures, though, of the club I went to because I was too busy trying to look cool and fending off unwanted attention from guys. NOT!
There were hardly any people at the club for a Friday night, according to Angel. The dance floor was half full with two less people in it because Angel wanted to dance with me but I wanted to dance with a real man. HAH!
I went there for purely official blogging business and just to tick the List of Life Experiences no. XX – “Entering a club.” What I thought of the experience:
1. People do not dance well at the club, unlike in the movies. Or maybe it’s just the way Malaysian clubbers dance.
2. But they look like they’re dancing quite well, thanks to the lighting.
3. I enjoyed the music more than I expected I would.
4. People do a lot of staring at the opposite sex here. Naturally, I did my fair share.
5. I am acquiring a taste for alcohol!
And one last observation: I am hopeless at this clubbing thing because I caught a cold after half and hour sitting at the bar.😳
Pictures are credited to Angel and her camera phone. Thanks for the company! I’d never have gone to a club with anyone else.🙂