I've been feeling very tired lately. I can't quite explain why. Could be the gastroenteritis Z is passing to me, or simply something else. I vote for something else.

Anyhow, a fairly restful day although I got up when Boy howled dismally. I leapt out of bed to see what was wrong. He was rather disturbed his Dad locked him out accidentally and happily jumped back onto the bed to lie down beside me after I opened the door. (Even as I type this, he is beside me.)

I am deeply touched by how close my boys are to me. Boy follows me everywhere and lets me hug him when he's lying down. Tuxie and Sam sat with me almost throughout Buffy. They even talked to me some when I asked them, "How are my sons?" Sam replied, "Mrow ow" and Tuxie, "Mrow!" in a higher pitch.

Even Kaku appeared and played with the fishing toy her Dad bought for her. He told me, "Look!" as he swung the toy and Kaku sat by the door swatting at it. She'd never played with it before, usually runs away. We were very delighted and proud.

At one point, their Dad said, "Look, all 5 cats are in this room!" It was a wondrous sight. :D And then Kaku scurried behind the bamboo screen and ran past her Dad.

Watched Buffy most of the day and eve till Z began hankering to go out. I was really tired and wanted to just stay home and finish Season 3. However, after extensive negotiations, I agreed to go. But before that, I insisted on finishing The Prom, which was half-way done.

I'd heard of Wala Wala from someone who said the band is really good. Since Han Jin upped and left the Fat Frog there hasn't been anyone really worth listening to (save for the band at Bala but that's intermittent). Friday nights were just never the same after that. It was depressing. Used to be we'd head to Fat Frog after work and chill with a glass of white wine, high on U2 and alcohol. But he was so good that he quit to write songs for Jacky Cheung. Ah well...

The plan was to visit Wala someday, and today Yan messaged to say they might be heading there tonight. So we said alright and hooked up with Jeff for a late dinner and Wala Wala. (I suspect Bala and Wala are both owned by the same dude: the bouncers dress the same way, prices of non-beer (Beer Bad!) drinks are the same, similar sounding names, and same band!)

The posse didn't show for some arcane reason but we met a bunch of nice folk who offered up a chair for me. The band was playing when we got there and they sounded way better than they did last night at Bala. Yep it was the same band. Better acoustics the place did have but it was packed with teenagers largely and had no nice comfy seats.

The red wine made me rather dizzy and the standing got to the guys (feet hurt, gotta work tomorrow, yadda yadda). We all agreed the excursion was worthwhile and enlightening, the place was nice, but not quite our cuppa and we resolved to meet up again soon under different circumstances, i.e. familiar stomping grounds.

Got home, had a hot shower, and reassumed my position as couch commando, finishing Graduation Day Part One and Part Two. Sweet. :D