Friday, July 07, 2006

Getting a Life

My oven is fixed. To all those who don't know the import of this momentous news - it is merely this; when my oven is working I can bake muffins. And Texas Fudge cake. And chocolate raspberry streusel bars. And...oh you get the picture.

If you lot were around, you could come over for tea. Or coffee if you would prefer. (That's for you Justin, the self-declared non-tea drinker!)

Prabs and Addy were over for dinner yesterday. We had wine. All of us. I had the most. In fact, I finished the bottle. Was rip roaring tipsy after and scared nice friend who wondered if I would go through with threat of dancing naked in the streets (I didn't).

And I had Shantini over for tea today. We had muffins and texas fudge cake. And tea of course. Also some ginger beer (I had to convince her that the Bundaberg variety was the real stuff, brewed, not carbonated). She left with some muffins and some cakes. I love doing tea with people. It's my favourite meal of the day.

Also I may have a tea date for tomorrow.

Suddenly the social calendar is sort of filling up. Like I have a life rather than a pale approximation of one.

And I think I will make rendang this week because it's very very hard and I just feel like it. (Have made vindaloo three times in one week and frankly am getting a little sick of it).

The transformation is nearly complete...I have morphed into a Malayalee auntie!

Addendum: On a whim, I went out with a friend to check out the pub scene at The Curve (Oh man, this place is totally happening!) and we stumbled upon a pub (The Mystery Bar) that was gonna have live music. Alleycats, no less. They were pretty good, and Esther and I bopped along to the music and congratulated each other on our perspicacity choosing this place. I said hi to Loga (I think he's cute) and of course he didn't remember me from that brief encounter, swapping conspiracy theories outside the Hyatt with Anita. like 10 years ago, but he was nice all the same. Kept coming back to our corner to see how we were doing. Called me Stephanie (because naturally, Jennifer is a little too much for anyone to remember) We went to Laundry Bar after, to check it out, but there was not much happening. I mean, it was crowded, and there were these fucking huge screens with some music videos going on, but still, what is that compared to live music?

If any of you guys are in the mood to buaya, there is a seriously cute (and I mean CUTE) waitress at Mystery Bar.

Later.

20 comments:

part-time buddha said...

you may not know this about me, but I become five times smarter with each cup of coffee and ten times funnier with each glass of wine (or beer, or whiskey, or...)

A thinker said...

Yay! Tea!

And yay! Baking!

Have fun with your working oven. I can picture you as a Malayalee auntie--can I come over for tea and treats? :)

Jenn said...

Quasar: Hmmmm an astute observation. I am not pleasant when angry drunk. But when happy drunk I am clumsy and affectionate and love everybody.

PTB: Yes. I would not have known that about you. We should have an interesting tea together then...with you becoming progressively smarter and funnier and me disappearing into an "I love the world" riff.

A thinker: Like fer sure! I wish you were here...so we could do tea....tea, tea, tea.....drink of the gods!

Jenn said...

Hmmmm....I would argue with that. Tea has some claim to divinity. Really, it does.

The whole thing about teh tarek...you know how life in Malaysia would be impossible without teh tarek.

But I guess we can agree to disagree.

Cuppa anyone?

part-time buddha said...

I think John Lennon said it best when he said, "All you need it love."

Jenn said...

Yeah. All you need. Love. And home. Sometimes both.

I wanna go home.

The Chrysalis Stage said...

I'll skip the tea and coffee, but I'd love to share several bottles of wine and cakes with you.

I think we allshould get together and have a party.

Whippersnapper said...

Me! Me! Me!

Jenn said...

Lesser Gods? No. That was not what I meant...tea crosses cultural barriers - I mean it was both Chinese and Indian - as well as very very English. Not American, but then you can't have everything, can you? In fact the only reason it is Malay is cos it was English first, I think. We are, after all, an ex-colony. (Though maybe the Chinese and Indian merchants brought it to Malacca way back when it used to be a major trading port).

Dunno, dunno...how on earth did I get into an argument about tea, for crying out loud?

Besides, I am a chocoholic too..but I prefer eating, to drinking chocolate.

Jenn said...

Nessa: Yes, OK. I think that would be a swell idea. If only you guys were not like more than a day's flight away from me.

Jenn said...

My favourite whippersnapper: Of course I was thinking of you all the time. And honestly, I think you will LOVE her. Although I don't think she will last very long there...it's no place for a nice girl like her.

QuillDancer said...

I love both chocolate and tea -- but don't put chocolate in my tea please -- though you can put it in my coffee ...

Jenn, glad the oven is working. I hope you don't get so busy baking you forget your blog friends.

Jenn said...

Quilly, like that's not even possible. As much as I love baking, this is my true addiction.

Man oh man oh man!

NYC Taxi Shots said...

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Grey Shades said...

Awwww... you could've given her my number atleast! Ok i guess we gonna have to make a trip there when I come visiting!

Jenn said...

Dunno if she will still be working there by then. She was so sweet, she didn't look like the kind who would last in a bar-type environment.

(I love the sweet girl-next-door types, don't you?)

Grey Shades said...

Love them would be an understatement! I cant stop adoring them. Alas I never had a girl next door! I have one in the door above my floor and she is someone i'd rather not be associated with...

We have to find her Jenn :)

Jenn said...

Geez, do you want me to go up to her and do some advance buaya-ing for you? Shylar. You know how very beautiful women can make you shy?

I'll see if one of my friends will do it for me. Or maybe Loga, the singer dude. Who called me Stephanie. Yes, maybe him.

Grey Shades said...

Sounds super! :) Actually beautiful women jus make wanna blabber inchorently! :D

Jenn said...

Hmmmmm so you are not the strong silent type huh? Who sits in a corner, sips his beer and watches the world go by?

Pity.

Those strong silent types, they get very far by being strong and silent. Everyone assumes that they are terribly deep and brainy.