Hey! Hey! Hey! It's a Seinfeld moment

That's me enyoing my new freedom. I know. I have been very selfish and have used my free time to go out and party hard instead of updating my blog. I have been letting you guys down. By all rights, I should be blogging all the time now, seeing that I have a lot more time. But I think I must be missing the temptation of procrastination. Doing things like blogging is so much fun when you should in fact be doing something else. It's just not quite the same doing it completely guilt-free. Yeah... I'm full of good intentions with not much behind it. But I promise I will try to be a bit more responsible at some stage in the near future (cough). Not the too near future though. Ahem.

Anyway. I've got a funny little story to tell. Paula and me went out for a couple of Martinis and Margaritas the other day. Martinis for me, Margaritas for Paula. She loves the bloody things, after she has just discovered they exist... and now she can't stop drinking them. She's all like "Oh my god, where have I been all this time? How come me and Margaritas both existed all this time and we never met?" It's the cutest thing. But that's not really the story here.

We went out for dinner with Phil at our local Chinese a bit later. It's called "The mad Chinaman" and I can tell you what, nomen est omen. The owner is, well... mad. No, seriously. He comes out during dinner with a microphone and sings weird songs. The crowd goes nuts over it. They all start getting up and dance and sing and stuff. You don't even feel like you're at a restaurant, you feel like you're in some country town pub.

This middle aged guy with a huge beer gut was really drunk and started to shimmy through the restaurant, shaking his stuff. The whole scene was getting rather bizzare. Next thing we know, he takes his shirt off, in the middle of the restaurant. His white belly is absolutely massive and hangs over his belt. Everyone is like, aheeemm, oooook. Put that belly back into the shirt. Now. But instead he opts to sit down at our table, all naked and stuff, and starts a conversation by using only one word. Hey! Hey! Hey! He looks around, seeking our approval. Hey! Now he tries to shake our hands and do some strange "south-side-gimme-five" hand movements. We were at a bit of a loss. Although we must have been a bit drunk after a couple of bottles of wine, we just weren't quite sure whether this was all really happening. It was such a classic surreal moment, in perfect Seinfeld fashion.