So it finally happened. I succumbed to the evil whisper of one of my dearest friends, NonQ and actually let him drive me all the way to the suburb, Sidoarjo, last night. Just to grab a very late dinner. Gad, spontaneous, not quite my forte. So, why the dramatic line then? Well, a road trip on a motorcycle at night, no matter how short or long the distance is kills people. Bronchitis, accidents caused by sleep-deprived drivers, drunk drivers, etc. Those are my biggest fear, so I still can’t understand why I actually said, “Let’s go!”
He arrived at my place around 9.30pm, 30 minutes late from the time he promised earlier in our chat window (he’s the punctual type, so 30 minutes late should’ve grated on his nerve if he was in my position :P). We were IM-ing, jumping through so many topics we kind of lost track of time. It passed my dinner time, his shower time (and dinner subsequently) and almost everything else, I guess. We both said bye’s several times, but new topics came one after another. We talked about The Big Bang Theory (OF COURSE!), Kaley Cuoco’s character in the show, Penny, and her online hair barrette shop, my dream to enter English Lit major, my decline in English language usage, my fear of pain (sex, needles, committed relationship), and his overconfident complex.
It went on and on and on, I got too hungry and just said, “brb young jedi” and left to get some food. This turned to be a complete disappointment, because dinner was almost cleared out, and a couple of dishes that got left behind were undesirables. Bummer. I went back online, and next thing I knew, I was changing my jammies to my ready-to-brave-the-cold clothes. Oh, including a fuzzy warm black-grey striped cardigan, Thank you, Danang!
When we got there, Sidoarjo’s town square, we ended up eating the general East Javanese food, penyetan. Hey, it was not an easy decision since there were plenty of food stalls around, tahu campur, kikil sapi, makanan seafood, etc. But the stall we chose was quite alright, they have fantastic sambal and the seasoning for the poultry is great. As for dessert, Nonq bought steamed peanuts, delicious!
We finished dinner around 10.30 and immediately headed back to Surabaya. And Nonq just had to notice the NAV Karaoke sign blinking on the other side of the road. I don’t know why I answered yes to his “Let’s sing!” In my defense, I was too full, content to feel anything dangerous to my well being. Again, spontaneous is quite possibly a new middle name.
We finished around 1 o’clock in the morning, one of last customers, I think. I have to admit though, it was a fun night. They didn’t have the touch-screen computers, but the song lists were better! Lionel Richie’s I Call It Love, Westlife’s Mandy, Madonna’s Take a Bow, the few I can remember ’cause we sang a lot! And of course, we have our regular songs, Sara Bareilles’ Love Song, Adele’s Chasing Pavements, Marc Antony & J.Lo’s No Me Ames, Music & Lyrics OST’s Way Back into Love, F4’s Liu Xing Yi, and what a great choice that last one was (:p). We also agreed to add Paramore’s songs to our repertoire from now on, Decode, Misery Business & That’s What You Get. A couple of his favorite songs, Owl City’s Fireflies, Michael Jackson’s Human Nature. We missed, forgot to sing Man in The Mirror though. There were some computer issues, i.e. stopping in the middle of song and skipping to another song, but overall, it was a fun place in the suburb. I got so high on singing, I ended up singing The Corrs’ songs (Breathless, Irresistible, Radio, So Young…) all the way back to Surabaya, almost killing his ears, hopefully. Ha!
So, the late night adventure ended with a bang, Karaoke time! And I definitely want to do this whole spontaneous thing again, but will opt out for a car ride next time. I love the wind whipping to my face, fun—yay!, but judging from the dust I removed from my face using Clinique’s Clarifying Lotion, my face won’t be happy about it in the long run.
“Trypanophobia is the extreme and irrational fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles.” (Wikipedia.org)