The 30th Anniversary Dinner

Thanks to everyone for your suggestions. In the end we settled on a nice little Spanish place called Via Mar, at the Esplanade. My mom was feeling adventurous, and to be perfectly frank, we didn't know a good Chinese restaurant (Sorry Angeline, she feels Crystal Jade is overpriced, and thinks Spring Court is only so-so).

So Spanish it was. And it gave me the chance to indulge in a guilty pleasure - crispy pork knuckle. This time around, they didn't seem to have the full-sized one on the menu anymore, and when it arrived, it was a tad dry. They did have superb garlic bread though. You can never get decent garlic bread anymore (and don't even talk to me about the wretched excuse for it that fast food places have).



It was nice. Everyone was civil, which is just about the best that I can hope for. I think the jug of sangria was a good call, it does have a mellowing effect (the only drawback being having to wave the fruitflies away). Even the drive up was uneventful, probably because my dad was asleep the whole way.



I will say this though: Nothing kills the mood quite as fast as overhearing a man yelling at someone else in the kitchen. Sigh.



This last one kinda feels like it's from the perspective of a little kid, doesn't it?

I'm refraining from mentioning my brother, who didn't turn up because of some law activity thingy. My only words to him were: Nothing in school is compulsory. 'Nuff said.

So yeah, 30 years. There ya go.