Saint Wicked

Much better today - as I've apparently recovered from my earlier computer-related malady. No headaches today and fortunately so since I had an unscheduled social event in the evening that required loose, easily removable cotton clothing, lots of water to ward of dehydration and plenty of tissues.

And no, unfortunately it isn't Wild Orgy Tuesday.


It's Wild Orgy Tuesday!
Then again, I wish it was always Wild Orgy Tuesday. Obviously not privy to my salacious wishes, Tiny Tom and Thumbelina - and a few of my other colleagues, including the ubiquitous Shameless Shalom - came up with the idea of an early supper in the form of a steamboat. Seriously, the only way to make me love this culinary form is to have Chris Evans naked and sweating profusely beside me.

For those who are wondering, steamboat is a uniquely Asian malady ( also known in certain places quite unfortunately as the hot pot ) where raw meat and vegetables are tossed into a slowly simmering pot while the poor, starving diners are forced to drool longingly over the cooking pot - while steam rises and envelops all in a pea-soup fog. Think picnic barbecue in a Swedish sauna.

I could get on my soapbox and complain to the rafters about my patent dislike of steamboat ( sweat, oil and more sweat!! ) but I promised myself I wouldn't. Since the course I mentioned practically stuffed us to the gills, I found myself only able to nibble down a few fishballs at the most. Shades of Big Bicep Barry and his vegetable obsession to be sure.

As usual we waited for the food to cook, the unusual antics at work ( more than a few instigated by our ever more eccentric superiors ) were brought out and carefully dissected for the humour factor. Laughter and jokes aside though, I still managed to find the time to tease Handsome Hui - who was unavoidably detained with some errands. The poor boy. Poked fun at him with my skanky messages and even floated several unmentionable sexual innuendoes that probably had him blushing to his innocent ears.

Still it had him coining a term that had me grinning - and certainly matches some part of my Internet-certified wickedness.

Saint Wicked, he called me. :)