Skipping Class

We went for Thai last night. I had my reservations about going, however Lauren had made another kind of reservation so I decided I would go after all. Turns out it was really good fun.

We got to the restaurant and as we approached we were a bit worried that it would be posh. And therefore expensive. We then noticed that it also did takeaway. So we weren’t that worried. The menu was in English, however the names of the dishes were in Thaiish (I don’t know, or care) and the names were hilarious. Toon Thong, Gai Pad Prik and Kow Pow were all dishes on offer. What these dishes consisted of, I could not tell you, as the names were so distracting. When the waitress came to take our order, I simply opened the menu and pointed. I figured it was easier that way because 1) I didn’t know what I wanted and something random was just as good as something I would choose and 2) I did not want to burst into hysterics at the name and insult the Thaiish (again, don’t care) waitress. I ended up with sweet and sour duck with egg fried rice. Sam had vegetables. Yum. Lauren and Dave decided to go for the £19.95 set menu B. What they failed to notice was the print underneath saying “Per person”. They then continued their meal thinking they were getting loads of food for a low price. Did you know, if you say “orange” slowly, it sounds like “gullible”?

We left the restaurant at half nine (I noticed they had taken away all the gold plated cutlery just in case) and the spent the next hour in Poole high street. My God we are one classy bunch. An entertaining car journey later and I was home in bed. Sleeping. Ahh.

This morning no teacher turned up to teach us at college so Kerry, Jim, Liam, Hannah, Emma, Ollie, Tom and I went to Whetherspoons for breakfast.

Like I said, classy.

Lennox