Happy Birthday Heffalump
"Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can't hide
And I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me"
It was just under a month from her birthday when we finally had that dinner last night. In between, there was a busy schedule, a trip to Brisbane, another busy schedule and finally one little slot for me. Even then it was a little iffy. There was an errand to run and later, she revealed that she turned down a company 'buka puasa' buffet because she didn't want me to label her... =) In truth, I had expected her to bail..
I originally booked dinner at 7.30pm then I changed my reservation to 8.30pm after I found out that she had the errand to run. Then she msged me to tell me that she was only leaving the office at 7+. I called Prime to reschedule it to 9pm. Even then she ran late. I waited for a while and called ahead to Prime to postpone it to 9.30pm. I also arranged for a tiramisu cake with the lettering Happy Birthday Heffalump (a cross between a cow and an elephant)
Funnily enough, she thought it was some place in Kelana Jaya. I don't know what gave her that idea.. lol. She wore a green top with a shimmering trim paired with jeans. Hair was a little.. lank as she showered because I told her I didn't want to sit next to a smelly person.. heh.
When we got there, we waited at the entrance for a while before we were seated. The usher was on the phone and in the midst of that call, she selected my name. I noticed that I was listed as a repeat. Great =) But when she looked at us and asked us what my name was, I pointed at my name (at least I thought I was pointing at it) and she promptly selected the name above mine. A certain Mr. Carlos.. -_-"
Come on, I'm chinky looking enough to ensure that I'll never be mistake Hispanic.. We had a bit of a laugh about it.
The bread served was warm and fresh. The butter options that night were rocket (arugula) butter, olive butter and plain unsalted butter. We had "Truffle ravioli, mushroom fricassee" to start. A "Garlic-potato soup" which came with a "Crusted peppercorn sliced beef and cilantro oil" and a "Black Angus Prime-Rib" which turned out to be way too much for the both of us. After a brief debate, we had them doggy bag hers.
We talked, we chatted, we laughed. She did try to insist on paying the bill.. Even bringing her credit card after some careful budgeting so she claimed. Like that was ever going to happen. Lol. A thoroughly enjoyable diner with exceptional company.
After dinner, they brought the cake in and they (staff) sang the birthday song. I was wondering how will they pronounce the name (heffalump) but they just got around it by repeating the "happy birthday phrase". It would have been funny to hear them pronounce it.
So that's done for another year. A memorable dinner.
The legend of the Heffalump
That's an image of the mythical heffalump. She's never been proven to exist. It's all whispers and hearsay. I mean look at her, she looks way too perfect to be real. Her large limpid eyes, the sweet smile, the pert nose, the careless hair. Unreal. She's rumored to live in the middle of the famed maze of misdirection. Legend has it that a regular bloke will find a way through. It won't be easy. But one day it will happen.
