Mel & Co.

Mel celebrated her 30th birthday (welcome to Club30!) on the 25th of November, but we only managed to meet up last Friday due to scheduling problems. I got off work a bit early and went to Bumbu Bali, Bandar Puteri Puchong with SK. Thought we could start a bit earlier, but Mel's baby Cameron made #2 in the baby seat after she broke a sweat dressing him up. So she had to repeat the whole cycle. A mother of an infant rarely gets things easy. While waiting, SK and I chilled in the restaurant with a jug of barley lime and a plate of sate lilit. That dish was quite a disappointment really. Giant lemongrass stalks were used, and as a result, the meat that was wrapped around it was just measly layer. Some time before 8:00pm, Mel finally arrived in a nice black number and with Cameron in tow. Her cute one-toothed Singh looked cute in his tiny buttoned shirt. Mel looked the part of the urban mother with her large, orange baby bag in one hand, and her Sembonia handbag in the other. After she settled down we ordered soto ayam, sup buntut and the grilled chicken. I totally loved the soto ayam! The chicken broth was good and the best part was it was piping hot unlike my ox tail soup. The grilled chicken was good too with just the right flavour and moistness. Bumbu Bali has really come a long way. Their prices can even make TGIF blush. Quite a big jump. I can't imagine what the prices are like at their upmarket sister restaurant, Ole Ole Bali.

While we ate, little Cameron also ate his porridge. Underneath his baby chair was a scene of chaos and destruction. The kid just loved to throw things on the floor. Poor me had to pick up his hanky three times and he nearly overturned a place mat and whatever was on it. Phewww! Distractions aside, it was great to catch up with Mel. The only thing missing was alcohol. Huhu. Had to give that a miss, so we had coffee at Station One instead. Cameron was a bit restless in his baby chair, so we hauled him up on the table. You know what? He started chewing on the packets of creamer and sugar. And one point he actually managed to get to the sweet surprise inside. Always check on your kid when he/she is suddenly very quiet or still. Haha. Imagine if I was straight and married. Or by some bizarre chance I managed to adopt a child. Mel with her own kid, and me with mine. Fussing over our kids, and trying to keep them civil, while actually trying to make some decent conversation and social interaction. Feels like such a remote possibility. A piece of fiction. Oh well. At the end, we camwhored some and called it a night.