No One Has Prettier Skin Than Potato Skins

The problem with being single is that besides the fact that you’re free, you can sometimes be a little too free. Usually in the weekends I’ll split it this way; Saturdays are for going out and having fun with friends, and coming back in the wee hours of the morning, while Sundays are for staying in, working out in the mornings and being a couch potato in the evenings. Unfortunately nobody felt like going out last weekend, so I asked my two best girlfriends Hana and Zaza to come over for a pigging out-weekend party.

On Friday night we had dinner at a Thai restaurant, Seri Ayuthaya. It’s in Wangsa Maju, KL and has a pretty impressive presentation. Besides the fact that all the waiters said ‘Sawadikap’ to you, which is ‘hello’ in Thai (even the Pakistani waiters said that. The irony, eh?) it also has impressive décor that makes you feel like you’re about to eat some pretty darn good Tom Yam. We ordered hot basil beef, crispy honey thai chicken, young mango salad, Tom Yam (of course. Not ordering Tom Yam at a Thai restaurant is like not wearing underwear with a skirt. It totally beats the whole purpose.) Four girls at a quiet restaurant with good food? Let’s just say we were one of the last to leave the place.

We slept late (more gossiping) and were woken up by the sound of some dude on the floor above drilling his wall to hang pictures. After an hour enduring ear pains, Zaza got up (‘Omg I wish he would shut the f**k up!’), went to the window and screamed ‘shut uppppp!!’ (minus the F word. She isn’t that rude) To be honest he either didn’t hear us scream or have decided to be a pain and carried on drilling walls in the morning anyway. We got up late, watched Amargeddon and cried (all of us were crying). That part where Bruce Willis sacrificed himself over Ben Affleck to ignite the bomb, oh man. It’s a mixture of two hot guys having a conflict with sadness and heroism and daddyhood all wrapped up in one. There’s no way you won’t cry, I tell you.

That Saturday night we had yet another pig out session at TGI Fridays. We ordered a huge plate of potato skins, nachos, tacos and steak. There is something awfully comforting about potato skins. As much as you know the fact that those carbs are going straight to your butt and the crispy bacon are going to clog your arteries, it gives you the pleasure of saying that life is not all that bad, doesn’t it? And for dessert we had a peanut butter pie with Reese’s peanut butter cups. Heavenly.

The next morning the girls left early. Before leaving Hana left me some flu virus, which I was left to nurse by myself plus the fever for the whole day, and two days more afterwards.

Ahh, girlfriends. They always leave an impact, don’t they?