Well, not really the mob lah (allegedly), but it was time again for another street dinner. (Previous bitch fest here). Mum got her youngest sis and her family all the way from Puchong, plus Gran.
Despite being table number one (shit you not), we were right in front of the freaking huge speakers (I always wish that the sound system would conk out, but it never does). It was either that, or the occasional whiff of the nearby drain. Guess where we ended up at.
This time the drinks were not generic Tesco pop, which I can't bitch about - we got a big bottle of mineral water, sugarless Pepsi Max (the sibling nearly wet himself), and orange soft drink.
The entertainment was ghastly - more singing of the old Chinese songs (to please the major demographic of attendees). The guy (this time) tried singing Billie Jean at someone's request, but thankfully stopped after a couple of lines.
Auction of gold painted lucky shit was ridiculous - starting bids of RM388 end up being in the thousands. WTF. Also no luck with the lucky draw this time, which was too bad cos the sibling wanted the microwave oven grand prize, haha.
Food was not that bad (same caterer, methinks), but it was freaking slow (as usual). It took so long between dishes we cleaned up everything and didn't really have anything to tar pau (this time a lot of people brought along containers for leftovers). Only thing we brought back was scraps for the cat and the unfinished drinks.
Sigh, should be in bed now. Adios.
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