Saturday Night Live

I had no plans today initially. If Clifford hadn't asked me out impromptu, I would have spent yet another Saturday warming the couch in the living room in front of the TV. 

Cliff was the only other person besides Yang and Gerry whom I have met (or am willing to meet) since I returned to Singapore. But today was our first meeting. No one else knows I am back. And I wasn't ready to meet the rest. Good thing he didn't know much, so there were not many questions about you. He must not have checked my Facebook profile yet to realise what has happened.

We arranged to meet at City Hall. He needed to run some errands for his 'friend'. Usually in such cases, the 'friend' is more likely than not, a female, which immediately reminded me of LH who always seem to have an endless supply of female friends. They pop out one after another on separate occasions like popcorns! But lovely friends, they always are.

Errands completed and 'friend' sent off, we proceeded to dinner at the well-known Muthu's Curry - fish head curry and lamb chops. Food combined with chatter and laughter are so therapeutic. We were at Muthu's for nearly 2 hours. Cliff was chomping his food ever so slowly. I was done within the first half hour to 45 minutes. He was still chomping away halfway through the second hour. And, I have never met another guy who talks as much as he does! He seemed to have plenty to talk about and also a mountain of information when it comes to fish head.

Strange as it may sound, he talked about fish head with a passion and in such details you wonder if he is actually a fisherman rather than the accountant he says he is. But he told me, "Mauritians like their fish heads". Kudos to him, I found out today that fish have brains!! Never had it crossed my mind that a fish would have brain. It felt like such a bimbo-tic moment then, especially as I watched in awe his demonstration of removing the brain from the fish head. The brain looked more like miniature testicles to me. I was not game enough to give it a try. So he sucked it all up.

The night wouldn't be complete without drinks after dinner. We stopped by Harry's and continued our (or more accurately, his) chatter. Slowly through the night at Harry's, I began to wonder when was the last time Cliff had a drink. Because his volume was reaching a level bordering embarrassingly loud. This became even more apparent on the train on our way back where everyone kept their voice down while Cliff continued talking and laughing out loud at his own jokes. He sure looked like he was having a ball of a time. I sure had a ball of a time too, except that I buried my head in my hands a few times out of embarrassment at my jubilant companion.