We were all dressed up to the 9th...big lapels, frilled collars, bell bottoms, afros, chunky accessories and yes, platform shoes. The place was Leonardo's and the theme was 70s.
Franco and I were never a big fan of Valentine's celebration. The last time we were out celebrating this Day of Love was in Eden Damansara way back in 1997! We were not even married then. I remembered succintly our heated discussion on maths versus languages - we were so loud that we probably spoilt the romantic evening for couples who were trying to "score" that night! For the Malays, the term to describe this is "potong stim!"
12 years later, we are still married, still bickering about useless things and still having fun doing it. 12 years later, it is no longer romantic loud dinner for 2, but for almost a dozen of us who all had to sit on the balcony of the restaurant in honour of the one smoker in our group! But hey, since Mr. Chan knows "people", we obviously did not want to mess around with Mr. Chan's daughter - the highly emotional, forever "have to look glamorous" Pamela.
While we were busy strategising how to make money through Mr. Chan's connection, our light footed friend hit the dance floor and danced the night away in her semi-platform shoes. She was having so much fun that I didn't have the heart to remind her of the morning after effect. In hindsight, I should have...
As with all great parties in Kuala Lumpur, the finale would always take place in a Mamak shop over a cup of teh tarik and a plate of roti canai. As this is one of those parties, we headed to one in Bangsar, to recap the evening's event, and yes...what an evening we had.
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