And one More to the list

I was under a quiet impression that yesterday would unfold to be a normal day. I rolled out of bed, opened my room door to allow the echoes of my yelling parents bounce off my walls. My eyes still shut, I lifted my brows, lazily rolled my lids back to absorb the current events. Parents nagging each other... check, seems like everything as per normal.

Running on the treadmill: I notice my cheeks aren't flabbing as much anymore. That's somewhat good news.

Ab machine: My best guy friend, next to Dan, calls me while I'm working away on my incognito abs. Ahhh..... even though I hate to admit it. It does feel nice and warm when people remember and wish you a happy birthday. Even old friends from your past lives, different eras, circa 1995.

Life seems to be pretty swell, especially when your guy never fails to surprise you after years come and go. We finally made it to Nu. I had great expectations for its ambience but I was a little saddened to experience that it was tinier and less spectacular than what the media and myself had meticulously built it up to be. Though I do fancy the unique chairs with their broad bases and skinny stems. The fanfare of food was luscious. From selections of fresh oysters lightly battered to plop in your mouth whilst gently clasping a lab dropper infusing a shot of ale to embolden its savoury flavour to a chocolate nougat torte with citrus jellies and a miniature cylindrical chocolate mascarpone sandwiched in the middle of two biscuits with an accompanying macaron, there is no regret in hedonic pleasures in sweets.

We sat there enjoying our food, with our beer and martini, reveling the quaint serenity of False Creek, watching people come and leave for two hours. A good day.

Looks like I have to update my gray top bar below "Bang Bang Zoink Zoink", I'll have to do that every year.