I was the first to arrive. Slept the whole day from a running nose, woke up, showered, drove to Westwood. A wonder I didn't hit anything along the way.
A recap: the 8 musketeers (ignore the corny name for a second here, it stuck and I won't swap it for another) were a bunch of people who organized children church events in St Faith from 2004 to 2005.
We're pretty damn close, as a group. And we're also leaving.
Amanda was raving about this Lifehouse skit her CF did in KL. I watched it on Youtube a couple of days before, and I have to admit the entire thing's brilliant in its conception.
"Guess who I was playing?" she said, looking up from her food.
"The ... main character? The girl?"
"Yeah ... I wanted to be the drunkard, but -"
"Hah! As if you could ever look the part!"
Mandy's the one in the middleAdele and Rachael have both finished their SPM examinations. To Rachael, who arrived earlier, we asked the required question every fifth former would be asked this time of the year: "Where next, huh?"
"Oh, squash ... in KL."
"And ... after squash?" I asked.
Rach took a deep breath.
"I'm getting married to an old man on a respirator and when he dies I'll inherit all his money."
"Huh?"
"Oh," she replied, pointing to something behind me. "The wall is orange!"
I think this was during one of the blonde jokes. But I'm not really sure."Work! Toyota, Pending!" (I took the opportunity to filch two leaves from her Caesar's Salad. Knowing me and all ...)
And then she just had to make us all look bad by giving us little presents.
Adele was the last to arrive, having come direct from the airport. She waved, hugged the girls in order, and then proceeded to squeal at a PDA. And ordered fish and chips. I stared at the fish and chips. They looked good.
Amanda and Elaine were the hardest to get hold of. Elaine is doing nursing in KL, and Amanda has 4-5 years to go before becoming a fully fledged doctor. Between them they managed to collectively disgust us with talk of urinating and drug doses. Rachael is still going "What reflex?" in my mind, but that is imagination and it was about cadavers.
Not. Good. Combo.
After finishing steaks and chips and a sandwich the waiter christened 'cock' (crocque monsieur, but nevermind), we proceeded to torture Aaron. We sang Happy Birthday and made him practice kissing. For, you know, future reference.
And the ever necessary group photos:
I enjoyed myself. It's been what? 2 years? And soon we'll be all grown up.
What a thought!
PS: The night could've lasted longer, had we listened to JJ's suggestion of going open air earlier. That boy is a genius, I tell you, with or without painted nails.
