The food was so good. and BIG. Everything was massive. Massive chicken schnitzel or however you spell it, massive long chips, massive gravy bowl, massive prawns in the chow mein or whatever you call it. Except there was no broccoli in the chef's salad and I said it out loud by accident and my mum said matter of factly that it was due to the soaring prices of broccoli possibly due to the fires and recession.
Throughout the dinner everyone was high with their sunkist and beer and we were one of the two families there. Make it three. There was this old man sitting and eating dinner alone. Apparenlty he practically lives there. My sister asked my dad if he'll be like that in 10years time and he said not to worry at all 'OF COURSE I WILL.'
My sister's rump/butt steak was burnt because she wanted it well done because when she asked my dad what medium was like he said it's cooked but has blood and she said 'EW BLOOD' so she got in well done. It came back black and I thought it was either the lighting or that the barbeque sauce made it black but that wasn't it. So my dad complained ;D and we got it for FREE or as the waitress said 'Would you like me to remove it from your bill?'
My dad is extremely lame, predictable and repeats your jokes. Here are a few examples. Note he's the bolded one:
"You have such a big mouth Girlbert"
"Yeah what are you black?"
-Mum laughs. Laughter dies-
"HAHA YEAH ARE YOU LIKE TIGER WOODS?"
-looks around proudly-
or
-Cracking up for no reason-
"You guys are nuts" <--- I know what the hell. "I bet he'll say we're peanuts" "You should call yourselves Peanuts. Peanut 1,2,3 and 4"
and there was something else which I can't remember but eh.
Anyways we payed $55 apparently. We got 15 off from the burnt beef and my dad had a $20 voucher which he proudly won from a golf tournament. Yeah he's golf obsessed.
My little sister is apparently pretty good at golf. I know very surprising. Apparently her group or something won a tournament and so they get a free camp and she's going for two days and one night to enhance her golfing skills.
Anyways, after comparing beer guts we came home and now it's time to watch Rove which my dad is convinced is M. But GUESS WHO'S 15 :D
I hi fived my sister for that very reason and then stated that Rove is probably on PG which is 13+ and hi fived my brother AND sister but apparenlty my brother's only 12. So I had to low five him. Which is kind of sad, because he's like 3 years younger than me and already taller :(
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