Woman in Black - fantastic, except for the woman two seats away whose phone went off loudly and polyphonically right before the end, which was terrible. And making Vivien scream while giving the actors a standing ovation was most amusing, although for the record I did not make her scream on purpose. Or rather I didn't intend to make her scream. But the Woman was s.c.a.r.y. I shall not give anything else away, except that the lighting was fantastic. Anyway, I've read the script before and the play still scared me. Which was wonderful. The woman is very very scary, yet again I say.

Caution: Do not read the rest of this post if you don't want to be bored for a disgustingly detailed and, well, boring account of my evening.

Am waiting for my parents to get home so we can go for dinner, but they went all the way to Sembawang for some reason, and my dad took a wrong exit on the way back so now they're headed to Johor or something and the traffic is gridlocked so if they're lucky they'll be home by 930 (I hope that my mom was joking about that) ... I was so hungry when I got home that I ate a whole bowl of pasta, but am still hungry but I don't want to eat more or else I won't be able to eat later, and I intend to make the most of tonight's dinner because we haven't been out for a meal since my mom's surgery, before which was common tests and before which I was in England, so I basically haven't gone out for dinner with my family in a disgustingly long time. Haven't decided where to go yet... my brother of course wants Italian as usual, meaning his staple Spageddies or his new favourite Cantina which the rest of the family will fully veto thank god, and my brother's such an ass that he hates to be adventurous with restaurants. I can't profess to be adventurous with food, but I'm so sick of going to the same old restaurants all the time. Tonight I have a craving for some good North Indian cuisine. Especially since I've already had my pasta. That's hardly adventurous taste, being Indian and all, but cravings are cravings and atleast I'd be willing to try a new place. My dad suggested Vansh but I haven't heard the best things about the place, and its disgustingly expensive considering that my stupid fussy brother probably won't eat anything. Hmm. Am now on the phone with my brother trying to decide on a place, because my parents have given up. I prophecy that we'll have a discussion in the car as usual after we get in, and we'll drive around a bit and then settle on somewhere.
And my brother's trying to convince me to go for Italian... Geez. Obviously I'm trying to kill time.

Anyway, have convinced my brother to go for North Indian (yay!) so I just made a reservation at Rang Mahal, which actually kinda sucks since we've been there dozens of times before, and that's always for the lunch buffet which is really worth the 40 bucks, so hopefully a la carte is good. Christ, my parents are still at sembawang - apparently they lost their way to the place while getting there, not coming back, and my brother's now telling me to change the damn reservation to 10 pm. God. Thank god I didn't wait for them around Robertson Quay, although it's really nice around there at night. On the other hand, waiting for them might have convinced them to hurry up a little bit. And now I've changed three times, and my dad just called to tell me to cancel Rang Mahal because we're going to get there really late and get caught in traffic around traffic, so we should go somewhere closer like Holland V. So I've given up on North Indian, because my parents hate Shehray Punjab which is the only Indian place in Holland V. I've given the phone to my brother, told him to decide on one of the numerous italian/mediterranean places around there, and to make a reservation himself.

And here I will end my account of my very long and boring evening, and go read the Chocolate War so that I can return it to Kelly soon. Pray for me, people, that I get dinner soon. I guess my mom wasn't really joking two hours ago when she said that they'd be lucky to get home by 930.