barbeque

Last night I got a *little* bit tipsy. Just a *little*.

We had a great barbeque; there was plenty of food (also plenty of food left over meaning we had to tapao home) - sambal stingray, chicken wings, sambal sotong, ham kebabs, beef kababs, corn, potato, otah, tomatoes-on-a-stick... it was a high-class barbeque, not those type class chalet then cannot start fire then the food damn pathetic must ask mother cook beehoon type of barbeque.

And then we had cake, and there was a swing, and I almost spilled my not-so-secret (not necessarily in that order).