Dinner et al

We just got back from a (hoooot) dinner at Tandoori Flames with Jimmy's friends from work Caroline and Kathy, and their plus ones Paul and Dan. Nakakahiya mang aminin, it was our very first time in this Indian restaurant when it's located just across our flat. Ever since we're just not keen on spicy food. What we really, really, really, reeeeeeally love though is Italian and every time we feel like having take-out for dinner, JB's Pizza Shop, just a couple of doors away from Tandoori, does the trick. Or sometimes it's Godfather's Pizza at Altona North or maybe Town and Country Pizza at Yarraville---it depends really if we're not too lazy to drive.

But then again any type of food is good when you have great company. I found myself enjoying a (mild) chilli garlic chicken with roti while the conversation revolved around stuff at the lab (Paul, Dan and I might as well be employed at a pharmaceutical company too since living with chemists mean we {gasp} learned to speak the language), shopping (and how much the guys hate it), quitting smoking by hypnotism (Kathy says it works but Jimmy doesn't want to try it out saying "Why will I pay for $380 to be told by some English guy when I hear your nagging voice in my head telling me to quit all the time?"), the last company Christmas party where everyone got drunk, going on a holiday in Cambodia, surviving winter in Melbourne... and then everything else was cut short because the lights dimmed out, a Bollywood tune started and a pretty, fair-skinned belly dancer (in stilletos!!) appeared out of nowhere and mesmerized the crowd. The boys were pretending not to stare at other places besides her face but we girls unbashfully had our fill---she had a little tummy but she was dang sexy (!!!), her breasts were perfect, her hair was perfect, her black-silver-pinkish costume was perfect, even her armpits were perfect. She danced for about one hour hopping from one table to another and all the time our jaws were hanging. But wait! The highlight was her balancing a very long cane on the top of her head while shaking her way through us. Up to now I can still see her head, neck, upper torso just stationary---very calm and peaceful--- while her huge, jiggling hips had a mind of its own---left, right, front, back, around, around and around. Oh and let's not forget the perfect beauty queen smile from beginning to end! 

Uh, why haven't we heard of a male belly dancer?