empire saturday

people often ask what we get up to on the weekends and i'm never able to come up with a short answer. and that's a good thing, i think! every weekend is different and i like how being footloose and fancy-free means we've the liberty to meet as many friends as we want to, or not at all. 

we'd a late start to the weekend, rolling out of bed in time for dinner (i know right!) and a little map reading situation that was entirely not my fault saw us at a completely different part of town than intended. thankfully, back up was close by and while we're loathe to do repeats, a spot of japanese did hit the, well, spot.

after a refined dinner, we went to watch my very talented little brother break dance his way to fame and fortune. well, not exactly but you get the picture. he's got a pretty fine day job so if the dancing doesn't work out, he's got options :P and i didn't manage to get an action shot (darn you slow iphone shutter!) but here's one of him on the rare occasion he's standing still.

after the concert - which made me nostalgic for the times i used to perform - we went for dinner round 2, a perfect reminder of why ballet wasn't for me. but that concert, oh, it threw me back to when i was in dance. ballet, tap, modern... to be honest, don't think i ever was very good at it but heyy i was willing. then there was rag as a fresher (mere shadow of what other people call 'cheerleading') and adult ballet / contemporary dance when i was in final year. good times, more happy memories than not, and it's a little known fact that the mister fell for me when i portrayed a desperate housewife at a fresher event. now let's just hope life doesn't imitate art.

and here's a bad photo of our very yummy hotdogs and sweet potato fries, washed down with a bottle of champers. i like how they roll!