Panto,Wheelchairs and DURIAN FLO!

Having a bum leg is infinitely troublesome. Excrutiating pain, people staring at you, people having to wait on you, but well there is a silver lining to every cloud. Was taken off by Dory and Webbie to KLPAC to watch a Panto of Cinders (Elvis Style!) and even the Ushers and Doormen took so much pity on me trying to ease myself out of the car, that we were accorded Disabled Parking status and the whole group of us entered the auditorium via the "disabled and aged ONLY entrance". Was even "kindly requested" to sit in the front row, for fear of dire consequences and lawsuits should I try to climb the steps to my actual seat.

The panto itself was great. Hadn't been to one in such a long time, it really had me yearning for those London days, O so many moons ago. FJ was great! She played the wicked step mother and really hammed it up sufficiently. I haven't seen her in such a long time and I really do feel happy for her to be in such a production with so many big names and I felt she was genuinely happy. After the show, she came out, gave me a hug and even walked me to the car. Suddenly I felt I really missed her and so good to reconnect.

The following day, was the soft opening of DMT (Dzambala Mystical Treasures) at 1 Utama and therefore we toddled along to "offer" some support. Tarbush met up with us earlier and jumped into our car. Upon arriving at 1 Utama, everyone had decided unanimously to jockey park. Because of the bum leg, getting in and out of cars has become terribly tedious and ungraceful to the point of embarrassment. To get out of the car, I have to swing the bum leg out the door, grab the hiking stick (thank you Png) and swing myself upright, which causes immediate seizures in the calf, and so to balance while the blood rushes down, I have to hunch forward with my butt in the air and NOT move. This also means the car door can't close either, til the cramps ease I can actually hobble off.

So once the car halted at the jockey station, my 3 wonderfully supportive friends raced off whilst I hunched unceremoniously and everyone, including ugly Indian jockey, stared and gwarked. Eventually the cramps eased and as I limped into 1 Utama, the 3 chums reappeared with a wheelchair! Awww, so they do love me after all....

Warning: Dory pushes a wheelchair exactly like the way she drives - Hazardously.

At one point, her handphone rang, and she promptly forgot that she was pushing a wheelchair, picked up the phone and I found myself rolling head first into a baju kebaya stand!

Guess who was at DMT - Bibikins! So after the standard congratulatory messages and a quick scan of DMT (which is rather nice - will wonder back once the leg is in order) we, dragging Bibikins in tow, quickly headed for the Piece de Resistance - DURIAN FLO! For all durian lovers out there - this is a wonderfully sinful ice cream softie made with the REAL Stuff! A real ONCE TRIED FOREVER HOOKED thing. It is entirely genuine too! Proof being the stinky breath and pungent belching.

The drawback of eating durian flo (from a cone with a tiny scoop) was ... No one wanted to push the wheelchair anymore....awwww