Apart from the title of this blog being a reference to an awesome song by Hadouken!, it explains in a sentence the best part of a party I attended on Friday night.
First of all, I feel the need to point out that I fully expected party to be boring for me, due to it being the 21st birthday party of my girlfriend's best friend's sister. A person I have met a total of twice (including the aforementioned party). In formal clothing. In a golf club. With a total of 6 people in the room that I know. Only 2 of which I know much better than "you look familiar, I've met you haven't I?". That 2 being my girlfriend (obviously) and her mother.
We head to the party, and get bombarded with people serving random finger foods, none of which I could eat due to gluten-content. I had been told that a gluten-free meal had been sorted out for me for when dinner rolled around. My amazing optimism led me to believe that said meal would consist of chicken - of which I dislike intensely. Or even hate. Yes I do not like chicken. Yes I'm strange. I've heard it all before, don't bother telling me that there's something wrong with me.
So dinner rolls around, and surprise surprise, the gluten free meal was chicken covered in some kind of, apparently gluten-free spicy sauce.
Did I mention that I can't handle really hot foods?
Luckily this wasn't in the territory of "too hot", pretty much on the level of pepperoni I prefer on my pizza.
The kicker being that the alternate meal was an awesome looking steak - the gluten in that was likely the sauce. Annoying.
At any rate, once dinner (and poorly timed speeches and things were done - poorly timed because they interrupted dinner to do them), the "interactive entertainment" was brought out.
This was in the form of a small, seemingly African performing troupe appearing, with drums. Lots of drums. As in, a drum for each person at the party. This then turned into the performers playing drums, the crowd playing along with specific drum beats, some members of the crown being dragged into the group to do random tribal dancing, and then everyone being conga-lined out the the balcony to watch a guy play with fire.
Drums and fire, could this get any better? I think not!
The fire guy was amazing, he had a stick thing which was on fire at one end, which he twirled around his head and threw around and things. And then he lit his hand on fire (purposely) with this stick, and used said hand-fire to light the other end of the stick - which he then continued to twirl and tribal-dance with.
And as if it didn't look dangerous enough in itself, his tribal dress involved him wearing what can only be described as small fern-leaves. He was essentially wearing a tree, and playing with fire. Without burning himself, or anyone else. While people watched and bashed drums rhythmically.
This has got to be a highlight of my feeble existence.
Once this was over, it became a typical party, a DJ appeared and proceeded to play the latest "club hits", which were simply house remixes of the crap you hear on the radio. Including a remix of what can only be described as the WORST SONG EVER, with the most meaningless lyrics this side of Kesha...
I'm sorry for linking to that song by the way. Though I am not responsible if you are reduced to a gibbering heap on the floor by the horrendousness which is that song.
So when the party became "generic horrendous music" time, I only did what any sane person would do to survive the onslaught - drink. Lots.
Unfortunately, the mixture of drinks didn't agree with me, and I spent an hour or so later that night removing said drinks from my system.
On the whole though, drums and fire can make anything good.
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Parties in the City
Apologies for the lack of posting lately, I have been quite, quite busy with things like work, as well as other events.
Friday night, I attended my girlfriend's japanese class' Christmas party. There was an official one held by the actual college (I also attend the same college, a class ahead of her), however, her class had to run one week late due to their teacher visiting home, and their management's inability to replace the teacher for said week. Therefore, he class was actually in class while the party was going on.
To compensate for this, her class organised their own get together, for the following night. I and my class were also invited - probably due to my link to their class. The rest of my class were unable to attend due to varying work, lack of funds and "being busy" (whatever that means).
I attended, however, it was made quite difficult by my current gluten-free diet. You see, we went to a restaurant called Wagaya - Japanese food. Quite nice. However, ordering is done via touch screens - which makes it quite difficult to get hold of a waiter and ask annoying questions about the gluten content - particularly since there were over 300 items on the menu.
Luckily enough, Miwa-sensei (the other class' teacher) was able to assist me greatly with this, due to her being Japanese, and having known people with gluten-intolrances before. She was able to point out to me that soy sauce is a VERY bad thing to have in terms of gluten content, and steered me towards things that I could have.
Which included Ox-tongue. Which was very *interesting*, to say the least.
Following an epic meal (which also included sushi roulette - being a game where you get 6 sushi, one being utterly loaded to the brim with wasabi. Pick a sushi, eat it and hope... I was one of the fortunate survivors), we went to Passionflower for dessert.
Depressing as all hell.
Allow me to elaborate - 95% of the menu items at Passionflower contain gluten. Even the regular ice cream had cookies in it, or was served in a waffle basket and all. And the just regular ice cream in a glass had flavours that were vague and uninteresting. In fact, all I was allowed was a regular ice cream flavour, or a strawberries and plain chocolate fondue dip thing - which I can have any time any where, for cheaper!
It ended in me not ordering anything at all, and instead taking a walk for the majority of that trip in an effort to not lose my ind watching people eat epic waffles and such.
In the end, we had to get a taxi home. This was fun - Christmas parties everywhere, in the city, with lots of drunk people. It took catching a bus to Circular Quay, finding the cab rank nearby, and waiting around 40 minutes to get a taxi home! Gah!
All in all, it was a good night out. Much sake was drunk, a fair few bourbon and cokes were had, and probably too much ox-tongue and scampi was consumed :P
Friday night, I attended my girlfriend's japanese class' Christmas party. There was an official one held by the actual college (I also attend the same college, a class ahead of her), however, her class had to run one week late due to their teacher visiting home, and their management's inability to replace the teacher for said week. Therefore, he class was actually in class while the party was going on.
To compensate for this, her class organised their own get together, for the following night. I and my class were also invited - probably due to my link to their class. The rest of my class were unable to attend due to varying work, lack of funds and "being busy" (whatever that means).
I attended, however, it was made quite difficult by my current gluten-free diet. You see, we went to a restaurant called Wagaya - Japanese food. Quite nice. However, ordering is done via touch screens - which makes it quite difficult to get hold of a waiter and ask annoying questions about the gluten content - particularly since there were over 300 items on the menu.
Luckily enough, Miwa-sensei (the other class' teacher) was able to assist me greatly with this, due to her being Japanese, and having known people with gluten-intolrances before. She was able to point out to me that soy sauce is a VERY bad thing to have in terms of gluten content, and steered me towards things that I could have.
Which included Ox-tongue. Which was very *interesting*, to say the least.
Following an epic meal (which also included sushi roulette - being a game where you get 6 sushi, one being utterly loaded to the brim with wasabi. Pick a sushi, eat it and hope... I was one of the fortunate survivors), we went to Passionflower for dessert.
Depressing as all hell.
Allow me to elaborate - 95% of the menu items at Passionflower contain gluten. Even the regular ice cream had cookies in it, or was served in a waffle basket and all. And the just regular ice cream in a glass had flavours that were vague and uninteresting. In fact, all I was allowed was a regular ice cream flavour, or a strawberries and plain chocolate fondue dip thing - which I can have any time any where, for cheaper!
It ended in me not ordering anything at all, and instead taking a walk for the majority of that trip in an effort to not lose my ind watching people eat epic waffles and such.
In the end, we had to get a taxi home. This was fun - Christmas parties everywhere, in the city, with lots of drunk people. It took catching a bus to Circular Quay, finding the cab rank nearby, and waiting around 40 minutes to get a taxi home! Gah!
All in all, it was a good night out. Much sake was drunk, a fair few bourbon and cokes were had, and probably too much ox-tongue and scampi was consumed :P
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