The Stars Align at South
April 19th 2006 10:26
Indeed I’m no stranger to sexual innuendo, and had no objection to the various metaphorical nipples and penises that seemed to be floating around the table and dropping into our conversation. But when they started comparing literal notes I actually blushed furiously and was forced to leave the room. Yes, that thing I do with my tongue. Really, should sexual skills be brought up over dinner?
Actually, I harboured a secret fear that they might find each other more attractive than they did me, and run off together, and leave me all alone… but no, they kept me stuck firmly in the middle.
When we had concluded our dinner (that laksa defied all three of our stomachs and refused to be finished) we went on a leisurely stroll down to South. The idea is that coffee will aid the digestion of obscene quantities of food. I realise this a controversial claim. Is coffee good? Is it the beverage of the Beast? For some conflicting opinions click here and here.
South is your average overpriced Newtown café, with the tantalising exceptions of white leather lounges, discreet lighting and mood music.
The service wasn’t particularly prompt, but we managed to entertain ourselves while waiting for our flat white (Mr. X), mocha (that was me) and mug of hot chocolate (guess who?) by taking random photos, discussing inappropriate topics and reading aloud the star signs from the back of the complimentary newspaper.
It seems it was a good week for exploring new avenues and broadening romantic horizons. Isn’t that convenient?
Actually, does anyone here believe in astrology? Were the Moon and Venus conspiring to bring about a conjunction of Virgo, Libra and Capricorn?
Shakespeare’s favourite bastard Edmund has a lot to say on the subject.
"This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeits of our own behavior) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars: as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion,; knaves, thieves, and treacherous by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!”
So I'll stick to pleading we were under the influence of Jasmine Tea.
Actually, I harboured a secret fear that they might find each other more attractive than they did me, and run off together, and leave me all alone… but no, they kept me stuck firmly in the middle.
When we had concluded our dinner (that laksa defied all three of our stomachs and refused to be finished) we went on a leisurely stroll down to South. The idea is that coffee will aid the digestion of obscene quantities of food. I realise this a controversial claim. Is coffee good? Is it the beverage of the Beast? For some conflicting opinions click here and here.
South is your average overpriced Newtown café, with the tantalising exceptions of white leather lounges, discreet lighting and mood music.
The service wasn’t particularly prompt, but we managed to entertain ourselves while waiting for our flat white (Mr. X), mocha (that was me) and mug of hot chocolate (guess who?) by taking random photos, discussing inappropriate topics and reading aloud the star signs from the back of the complimentary newspaper.
It seems it was a good week for exploring new avenues and broadening romantic horizons. Isn’t that convenient?
Actually, does anyone here believe in astrology? Were the Moon and Venus conspiring to bring about a conjunction of Virgo, Libra and Capricorn?
Shakespeare’s favourite bastard Edmund has a lot to say on the subject.
"This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeits of our own behavior) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars: as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion,; knaves, thieves, and treacherous by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!”
So I'll stick to pleading we were under the influence of Jasmine Tea.
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