the twit behind operation apple pie

tonight's bce after-glow was quite simply the best bbq gathering i attended in ages. the source of our entertainment all through dinner was the night gala performance that was screened on dvd, courtesy of mark tay's meticulous editing. i found my performance cringe-inducing and myself too stiff on stage though. but the company was simply great, the food great and far too aplenty and to top it all off, there was the quite elaborately planned operation apple pie -- where jason gan was dunked. we wanted to go for jianming after that, but decided to pass since our main man jason was injured.

but mainly for me, it acted as a form of closure for me after a week of having the songs constantly blaring in my head.

reliving our last performance over dinner provoked laughter and tons of memories. we did the curtain call at the end of the screening to kindda compensate for the lack of one at the show. there was the endless streams of jason-isms at the bbq pit. and the incredible spaghetti with meat balls by matthew's mom. and marcus' soaked-overnight-in-red-wine beef. rachel's fried rice. sueanne's vegetables. deborah's apple pie. haiyoh, too much too much.

and oh, more on operation apple pie. code name was courtesy of paul leong. we chanced upon the unsuspecting jason gan after i yelled the code word army-style -- for those of you in the know, in the style of when the bangalore torpedo explodes and you go gap-gap-gap. emptying his pockets of everything, we then proceed to carry the struggling mr lembek and dumped him into the swimming pool.

my fatal error was not anticipating the sneaky girls who were waiting to push ALL of the guys in. because in the end mark szto ended getting pushed into the pool -- while holding onto 2 handphones. so now jason is going to sue me and put me in the charge of the get-jason-gan-a new-mobile-phone grant. smart move girls.

too bad sida, william and jonathan left early. otherwise jianming and gabriel would have been on our hit list too. sigh. another time. perhaps...

for my efforts, i am so proud i got called a twit. and labelled almost as moronic as lincoln.

ah. sweet vindication of my dunking skills. am i setting myself up for retribution or am i not setting myself up for retribution. tsk tsk.