I’ve never been to a musical before but I’ve always loved watching musicals on screen, and yes I must admit – like my 8 year old cousin – I love High School Musical.

Before the show we swung by Yumei for a quick feed. It was seafood on seafood followed by more seafood. Can you tell we ate a lot of seafood?

Wicked was totally awesome. Are all musicals that good? Seriously it was amazing, oh and it was kinda fun to see Bert Newton on stage. I love musicals! I thought the intermission was the end of the show and at that point would have already gone home one happy customer. What a noob.

At the intermission we picked up these wicked “love potion” slurpies. I felt really rude slurping it during the show but it’s not my fault, they didn’t give you one of those straws with a spoon at the end.

I love eating banana bread but hate paying for it. Seriously, $4 a slice is the biggest rip off, it cost less than $4 to make the entire loaf! To overcome this banana bread scandal, we decided to take matters into our own hands and make our own banana bread. Take that expensive cafe!

Well ours turned out looking more like a cake than bread because the bread tin didn’t fit in G’s oven, but it’s all in the taste right? And if I do say so myself, I think ours tastes pretty amazing. Banana and choc chip goodness. Yum!

And she’s back! After 10 months gallivanting around the globe Lisa’s back in Oz (for how long, nobody knows).

To catch up on all the juicy goss we headed to Habib’s at Bankstown for a garlic sauced charcoal chicken feast. 9 girls; 2 family meals and an additional quarter chicken later; and we were a happy bunch of garlicky girls.

After hearing what I imagine was only a glimpse of the stories to come, I must say I’m even more motivated to fly away on a jet plane. Traveling in 2011 is definitely on the cards.

Good to have you back Lisa! Missed my drinking buddy. =P

Weird stuff always happens to Sonja, when she went to see the Eiffel Tower a giant spit ball landed in her ear, that’s right IN her ear. The wind must have been really strong at the exact second it was passing her ear and projected the spit ball horizontally into her ear. Gross. As a result of weird stuff following Sonja she’s got a lot of really interesting stories, and her birthday was just another one to add to the pile.

She chose this tiny Swiss restaurant. The food was okay, thought I found it a bit rude; like the service (but I’ll get to that later). Here’s my chicken schnitzel giving me the finger.

Jenny, for some bizarre reason, went with the pork hock. Boy did she get a shock when it arrived, the thing was a beast.

The food was pretty good but the service was … I don’t know … weird. Half of the time we weren’t sure if the host was joking around with us or if he really didn’t want us to ask what was in the garden salad. Let me paint the scene.

Anna ordered a garden salad to go with her meal.
Connie – indecisive about the salad – then ask what’s in the garden salad.

Fair enough question.

The host looked mortified that she asked and instead of just describing what was in the salad he said “Why do you need to ask? How about I bring out her salad (Anna’s) and you can see that and then decide if you want one”.

Okay…

The night continued in the same fashion filled with a lot of awkward silent WTF looks throughout the restaurant. He even made a comment once saying “The food is all good here, service not so good, but the food is good.” At the time we weren’t sure if we were meant to take that literally, but by the end of the night we figured he wasn’t joking.

After debating about who should ask for the bill, it finally arrived as a scrambled messy piece of paper. Because I didn’t have any money on me I was going to take the cash and pay for the meal on my card. The host freaked out saying I couldn’t do that and that it’s illegal, then went on a rant about not letting me do that. WTF – chill out! Instead he let me pay for my part of the bill on card and took the cash. Tom’s comment of “Oh you like cash do you” didn’t help the situation either.

Let’s just say we’re not going back there anytime soon.

The parking inspectors in Bondi are like hawks, we only parked the car for 10 minutes to grab a coffee and bagel to go and bang – $85 thanks. That was the most expensive cup of coffee and bagel ever. Couldn’t you have left some easter eggs instead?