The Play and Meeting Sabby

So we went to watch HE Puss in action last Friday. MoM got us the bestest seats ever. I asked her where journo’s usually get seated, and she pointed right to the front, near the stage. Yeah, after a brief while we were watching the starting video from up in the balcony.

But it was still okay.

The play itself was so-so. It was just… Well, most of it was just funny because it was in Sinhalese. You know, that way in which it’s terribly funny whenever someone gets told to “palayan yako yanne”? It was Sinhalese sitcom kinda comedy. Mostly. There were some pretty good bits too. Just don’t remember them. As for the acting, I have no idea. I wouldn’t notice good acting if it slapped me in the face with a fake sword.


Sabby is back here, and claiming to be more Sri Lankan than me. In the same breath with which she says that she does not travel by bus.

So obviously I had to go see what she was talking about. After a brief tour around MC trying to find her and her cousin, we got lunch. As usual all present were greatly impressed by my greatness.

Till whacko arrived.

Then ensued a tale of Muffines and Brownies.

Oh yeah, my next post will probably be about what a hypocrite I am. Yeah we ended up in Barista again, sabby being the rich foreigner she is. I got an almond brownie. The kind of thing that you can actually eat with a fork. During this time whacko was wracked by confusion after being presented ‘Muffines’ and ‘Muffings’. What exactly were they? Why did they look like muffins? We will never know. So, in the tradition of all men going out in search of adventure, he went with the muffine. We all sat down, and it arrived. With a fork.

All around the table were perplexed. A muffin-lookalike, and a fork. What were those two items doing together on a plate? Was one to stick the muffine on the fork whole? Was the knife on the way? Was the muffine already cut into little pieces by a laser? After a further few seconds’ battle with the serpents of indecision, whack attacked it with the fork. It moved not.

It was still whole. He did what any sane man would do and viciously attacked it till it was almost half gone. Half, because half of it had turned to crumbs in the process.

So people, the moral of the story is : Don’t eat anything with sabby, you will get random utensils with your food. I’ll bet they give forks with their ice cream too.

16 Responses to “The Play and Meeting Sabby”

  1. 1 Delilah
    June 23, 2009 at 12:32 pm

    so very…. errrr whats the word? “posh”?

  2. 4 james
    June 23, 2009 at 12:46 pm

    people who aren’t used to posh places shouldn’t order posh food and then try to eat with posh utensils. πŸ˜‰

  3. 5 Chavie
    June 23, 2009 at 12:51 pm

    hypo-whaat? πŸ˜›

  4. June 23, 2009 at 2:55 pm

    That’s ’cause I got late, moron. The rest from the newspaper were seated downstairs. By the time we arrived the seats were taken, we could have sat downstairs but then we’d have had to split up so I figured the balcony option was the best.

  5. June 23, 2009 at 4:09 pm

    Who eats muffins with a FORK!?


    One next to MC

    Yes, again your own fault, innit? πŸ˜›

  6. 10 Tulie
    June 23, 2009 at 8:19 pm

    We journos ALWAYS get to sit in the very best seat in the front row.

    Your coming with us probably brought us bad luck πŸ˜›

    You forgot to tell us how you yourself handled the er… Muffine? Muffing? πŸ˜€

  7. 11 Cadence
    June 23, 2009 at 9:26 pm

    HA! I say! HA!!!!!

    Muffins and Forks and Barista. tsk tsk tsk πŸ˜›

    *chooses to ignore hypocrisy comment*

  8. June 24, 2009 at 8:48 am

    AHHHHH!! meanies! I want to meet Sabs!!!! and theres no such word as bestest. πŸ˜›

  9. June 24, 2009 at 9:18 am

    Glad you likes!

    I got the brownie :p

    πŸ˜› πŸ˜› πŸ˜›

    Oh really? Man, I would never have guessed from the spell checker pointing it out πŸ˜›

  10. June 25, 2009 at 9:43 am

    the things you get yourself into. tsk tsk

  11. 16 Chavie
    June 25, 2009 at 11:30 am

    you’re just like Obami… an arugula eating commie! lol πŸ˜‰

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