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Monday, November 29, 2004 at 12:14 PM

from gina - food that should have better names

congrats to friends sentil and cynthia, who got married yesterday and were kind enough to invite us to their do. i came draped in the spoils of my kl trip - LBD with a sequined, sparkly hem, and red lace and gold heels. Two glasses of wine and my inner carrie bradshaw took over, strutting with confidence from table to buffet table. (That's the only way to wear heels that high.)

Everyone was dressed to the nines, and it seemed like not so long ago (six years actually - lord knows where the time went) that we were all sitting in our t-shirts and slippers having prata and iced milo. In a desperate attempt to relive our youth, half of us went clubbing after. The first place we tried was reasonably crowded but the music was bad. The second place is known for women dancing on the bartop but as luck would have it, it was empty and the most happening thing there was a live football game. By which time my inner carrie scooted off to find a better party and my feet started to hurt. We finally gave up and went home, forgoing supper.

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