Lovin Robots & Slippery Nipples

Thank God It's Friday.

Seriously. Working overtime at work has given me an even bigger craving for a night out with drinks on fridays so it's getting to be a weekly event meeting up with the Lady Lushes!

Of course I arrived unfashionably late - though I wasn't the only tardy soul - since I actually stole away for a quick afternoon matinee to catch the fabulous WALL·E with my ISO. Shared a popcorn and coke for tea while we delved into the polluted garbage world of the innocent, wide-eyed WALL·E and his serious-minded lady love with the endless directives, EVE. With the recurring Hello Dolly references, it was quite obvious they had a musical-lovin gay man onboard thinking about his Streisand and his Sunday clothes :)

WALL-E is the only one still truly living. And what is the ultimate purpose of living? To love. And WALL-E falls head over heels with a robot named EVE. Now, WALL-E's feelings aren't reciprocated because, well, she has no feelings. She's a robot, cold and clinical. WALL-E is the one who has evolved over time and garnered feelings. So in the end, it's gonna be WALL-E's pursuit to win EVE's heart, and his unique appreciation of life to become mankind's last hope to rediscover its roots. In short, it's going to take a robot's love to help make the world go round.

Andrew Stanton

Make sure you don't miss the obsessive lil clean-up bot M-O as well. And stay for the credits seriously - beautiful homage to all the great artists!

One of the reasons I finally reached Bangsar sweating after a desperate run to catch the Lady Lushes for dinner! And Pious Peter who came along to add sobriety to the occasion. No doubt our tardiness would have earned a severe scold from him - only he was too worried we'd pranked him and left him there.

Come on, doesn't he know us well enough by now to know we don't do simple pranks? :)


And here I thought I'm late!
So what did I do with the girls? Other than sipping the usual cocktails, slagging the wandering skanks and slurping the delicious man-candy, we also shared multiple orgasms, checked out slippery nipples and finally met McFrenchy.

Paul : Wait a minute, where's my orgasm?
Waitress : You ordered only one, sir.
Paul : Definitely two. I don't share my orgasms. Not with a woman anyhow.
Fiona : Bet you'd prefer a quick fuck.
Shalom : Or a cock-sucking cowboy.
Paul : Don't see either here.
Waitress : Uhh... one orgasm coming up.

Our poor Fiona tried to run over to meet McNuggets next door but we kept detaining her with more - and more - drinks. Past midnight, her mojito-ed heels couldn't even walk straight.

Certainly an eventful night - though we still couldn't get the reticent Pious Peter to spill about his long-lost love. The way he kept backsliding and changing the subject, you'd think we were torturing him to reveal highly-classified state secrets! Even Statuesque Sarah offering to bare a boob in exchange didn't have the cucumber-cool fella blinking an eye - though he did start reading a stern lecture on the evils of promiscuity.

Then again, Shameless Shalom would say I'm quite as secretive about my ISO as well - since she kept wondering about his identity. Honestly - though I try to drive her insane my keeping mum about him - I doubt she even recalls his name :) Maybe I should just claim him as a figment of my imagination to curb her curiosity!