Aging Gracefully At The Mill

Handling the sensitivities of an aging woman is like balancing an egg on a rhinos horn. On the one hand, they want to be hip, but on the other hand, one has to take into account that loud music might just complete the process of deafness that has already started. So certain places are omitted automatically. As due to budget constraints, we couldn't afford any party pills....

Yeah, so for Dive Wife's 4?th birthday, Lemongrass (god bless her), who had recently become good pals with Dive Wife, and I planned with great pains, a venue for dinner, AND for drinks later on. We were originally set for Chiaroscuro, after Nipple's glowing review, and adjourn thereafter to a hip bar called PULSE at the Grand Millennium. It's the old Regent, for those of you who ask, "WHERE?"

Not only content with dinner, the birthday girl, (guffaw, that's a bit of a misnomer...".girl", hahahah), also requested that we bring along some entertaining young men. The Empress Dowager syndrome I think sets in after a certain age. Hairy Berry, her absolute favourite, was cavorting with Aisywara Rai in India that weekend. So a substitute had to be found. And a goodie bag promised for whoever shall produce the play "poodle". And Lemongrass very ingeniously asked Kenny Mah.

Two days before the event, I get that sms, dit dit, diddit... "Stanchart Cardmembers, 50% off buffer dinner at the Mill, Grand Millennium". About to delete it, when I thought, HEY, isnt that where we're going AFTER dinner? FIFTY PERCENT OFF WOR!!!! I could see money with wings flapping back into my wallet.

So it was settled then, we go for the cheaper option. Kenny Mah was the first there. I don't know if he came by broom, but we got stuck in a massive jam from Pavilion.

Anyway, nothing warms the heart more than seeing this:


This particular sign made our eyes light up as if you had shone a torch into a dumb blonde's ears!
With the 50% savings off our food bill, we could certainly afford this bottomless wine offer.

The buffet spread was ostensibly Middle Eastern in theme, with belly dancer thrown in for good measure. But apart from her, (Belly Dancer) and some waiters wearing a Fez, and a small section of Middle Eastern cuisine,.....hmmmm,.....nothing much else reeked of the troubled region.



Ouzi lamb with basmati rice....



Love the copper bowls. Don't really care for its contents.


This is VERY middle eastern. Sushi....and sashimi...


Salmon was fresh enough, no complaints, and prawns rather large.


The lamb and basmati rice, something like briyani, was excellent. I love fluffy basmati rice. It makes me feel light.


Aphrodisiacs?


I rarely eat cakes at buffets. And I should have stuck to that trend.


Baklava. Not too bad.


Chocolate Fountain. Strange really, but I've never been attracted to chocolate fountains. One would have thought that I'd be diving in for a bath, but well, I am oft misunderstood.

So, yeah, the party. Twas great entertainment. Birthday girl should not have opted for the free flow drinks, as she almost toppled after 2½ glasses of red, and had to rush to the loo to what's the word? Powder her nose. In consideration of her deafness, Bald Eagle took pains to speak slowly, loudly and clearly, but even then, a lot of words went amiss. You children out there don't laugh, your turn will come.

By ten, this was what she was doing:

The darn bar for the bottomless refill closed without giving us a last call, which pissed me off no end.

The birthday girl heard we were going to PILES.

Love Kenny's description about being frisked ....and how he didnt know bodyguards come in pocket size these days. Hmmm, you sure the bouncer was frisking you for security reasons ah? I didnt get frisked. Now I'm insulted.

Yalar so there you have it. Old farts clinging on desperately to the last vestiges of their ebbing youth. Heart warming actually. Someone ELSE is hitting 40 soon. Wonder who.