San Mee, Coffee & Hoegaarden

Within a month of working, I've discovered the workaholic in me who stays back to finish up stuff and *GASP* leaves later than 5.30pm.

It was only at the behest of a good friend that I tried very very hard to just stop whatever I was doing and leave early - at 5.45pm.

But I've decided that I don't want to look back many years later and suddenly realize that I haven't a life beyond my cubicle.

So at a whim at 7plus in the early morning, I sms-ed to you-know-who-you-are,

"Wanna do supper tonight?"

Do understand that this was in the context of a substantial number of attempts with various groups of friends to organize last minute gatherings that usually fail to pull through.

Simply because everyone's either got plans or is feeling particular homely that night.

Of course, I'd to be pragmatic by being selective about who I sms-ed - after all, my personal supper mantra is no wheels, no talk :)

As the cosily sheltered bum cum broad-band addict in upper bukit timah demonstrated, thou shalt not meet friends after 9pm unless free transport is provided.

Not to mention that eating carbohydrates after 9pm is the bane of all bride-to-be's and other fervent weight-watchers.

Down at Coffee Club, while you-know-who-you-are was busy making eyes with this cute little babe - literally, a cute little babe sputtering saliva like a crab - I realized that we'd best take advantage of our spouseless and childless status that we're still blissfully enjoying.

Already personal accounts and relayed anecdotes (you know, friend of a friend of a friend) of wedding preparation nightmares and real-life baby blues are trickling in.

Party till thirty, yeah?