had dinner at the wongs’ yesterday (photospread coming up) as liz was gracious enough to invite me over. hannah, her father and her cousin were there too, so it was a kind of joint wong-nakawatase thing going on (a regular occurrence, if i understand correctly); i was the welcome intruder.
dinner with the wongs is always great; the food is always good. that night was a carnivore’s dream (although mama wong insisted on giving me veggies, salad and potatoes); juicy steak, DELICIOUS lamb chops….i was absolutely dying, and by the sounds she was making next to me, hannah had reached nirvana or something. wine was poured into our glasses and we spent about 10 minutes appreciating and complimenting it; that was some damn good wine.
oh, to dine with the rich.
michael buble played softly in the background and i was one of the first people to clean my plate; a feat that i was heartily congratulated on and had earned me a permanent invitation to the wong dinner table.
after dinner, liz, hannah and i made our way to the balcony where we grabbed pillows and a blanket, lit some candles, put on some music and created an ambiance of romance in growing dark. i was supposed to meet john for a movie at 10:10, but the two ladies convinced me that i couldn’t possibly make it back in time, so i had to ditch those plans. curse those two vixens for proving me so fickle. but as it was, i’d already watched the trotsky and the cool night air was some kind of magic so i not-so-secretly didn’t mind staying.
we talked about love and life before heading back for dessert (amazing christmas pudding with special rum sauce) and after that, back to the balcony for more fresh air heart-to-heart-ing.
hannah (reluctantly) left shortly after that so liz, her sister steph and i watched a painfully indie film called ‘toronto stories’ which i kind of enjoyed.
i left after that and headed to mary’s and we caught up a bit before i headed home.
made it back at around 3 a.m, got naked and collapsed on my bed; it was a hot night.