Momos and More

Went out for Tibetan on Friday night in honour of Banana's birthday.

Evidently a carload of beautiful women is just too much for some cabbies. The gentleman who drove us to the restaurant had his eyes popping out of his head...or must have done, given that he was simultaneously managing to text message AND tailgate an unsuspecting early-model speeding Porsche while arguing with us heatedly about whether Wednesday had been the 6th or the 10th of July. I wasn't as vocal a participant as I might normally have been - I needed all my strength for hanging on as my seatbelt buckle had been jammed with chewing gum! (Who does that?)

The man who drove us back started out promisingly enough, laughing at our inability to tell which side of the Maxi Taxi was fitted with a door - and only half of our cohort had been drinking - but only a minute had elapsed before he started bemoaning his inability to get Bluetooth going on his mobile - which he promptly produced for our advice. We were getting used to this, but we were, I admit, a bit more disturbed by the story of his devastating addiction to [scary painkiller] Tramal and attempts to guess what line of work we were all in. Perhaps we should have all said yes at 'nurses' just to get his eyes back on the road!