the entertainer

last night was fun. Had a nice household steamboat dinner. (Thanks to teck and wanling, we had a curry soup base, which allegedly tasted like lontong when eaten with cabbage. Ignorant me thought it just tasted like watery curry.) Ate to bursting, and promptly worked it all off on ben's ps2. Oh, and I got to watch a very entertaining video of the snowboarding trip, set - fittingly enough - to the strains of 'The Entertainer'. I'll never look at a snowman the same way again.

Moment of the night came at the dinner table. It went something like this:

a: eh, actually the bapoks (transvestites) at changi village rite, got really nice legs man! Envious... (note: a is a girl, and all ppl mentioned are heterosexual. Well.. at least they appear to be..)

b: yah yah!

a: so well-shaped legs right. And then you see them wear hot pants....

b: yah yah! (ok, so the dialogue sucks. Get over it.)

c (matter-of-fact voice): my dad wears hot pants.

[stunned silence. Mind starts picturing middle-aged man in tight, sexy shorts. Mind recoils in horror. Ugh.]

c (defensively): well, at least that's what my mum calls them...

for the record, we eventually determined that c's dad doesn't wear hot pants. They were berms, or possibly shorts. Not hot pants.

And no, I'm not going to reveal any identities. Why? Cos it's more fun that way.

Hah.