was it halloween and no one told us?

Last night, the Robusteam finally met up for a long-overdue reunion by having the most ridiculous and horrifying dinner at Lingba Lounge.

Now, let me set the record straight: The food at Lingba is terrific. We had some wonderful dishes, paired with a nice Reisling for the ladies, and Lychee Martinis for Clyde. But, we had the woeful misfortune of sitting in the lounge side of the restaurant - where a booth that seats 5 has a table that can hold 5 drinks.

And of course, the food came in huge dishes.

We ended up having to put our waters on the windowsill, the fried rice behind one end of the booth, the Kra Graw on the other end. Carolyn had a chicken dish behind her and was warned not the lean back - while eating was a constant juggling of moving plates around.

QUOTES OF THE NIGHT:
Eric: I just realized that I'm the only one here that doesn't know about ball licking.
(Everyone turns around to look at him.)

Clyde:The trade secret is just to nuzzle them.
(He follows with a demo.)

Clyde demonstrating trade secrets


"AHHHHH! That fish is terrifying!"


"Uh, honey, what are you doing?" asks Anna


Just a boring ole picture of me, Caro and Clyde


I may be defeated, but I've still got teeth!


"It looks like an elephant just came on your plate." - Eric

God, I've missed you guys.

But the worst was yet to come. Eric, Anna, Clyde, Caro and I met up at 8, and was eating dinner until about 11. Well. Little did we know that Lingba Lounge is a magnet for 40+ cougars with horrific fashion sense. By the end of the night, we were starting to wonder if it was Halloween, and we were the only people who didn't know it.

Clyde: I'm scared.
Carolyn: I'm offended.
Serena: I feel violated.

Now, was it the cougar blonde with the nose job and white, hip-length sweater over white leggings that showed everything? The chick wearing a garish Mandarin dress and not 2, but SIX chopsticks in her hair? The soccer mom with a black one-piece bathing suit under a white mesh poncho, paired with the white strappy sandals? Or the guy with the lavendar shirt, collar up and unbuttoned to his chest, paired with a half-tied orange tie?

Not the greatest pic (taken on the sly), but you get the idea.

At least now we know where to send the Fashion Police.