Gals' night at my house

Other than waking early to pick Shell up and head to Koorong, went to Harris Farm pick up groceries, then to the Plaza, then to Shell's house, then back to mine. Gaahhh... so tired.
So basically I cooked Indian last night, with Shelly's help in the pappadums and Aloo Gobi area.
The dinner was:
- okra curry - mmm... I added less salt this time, much, much better
- Aloo Gobi - with 2 less chiles coz I had non-hot people for dinner. I need it to be hotter, it's not as tasty without a good amount of heat.
- Butter chicken - unfortunately I had no kasuri methi and forgot to add a little cream. I had a feeling I was forgetting something. But I think I have to cook it a few more times to get it right.
- basmati rice in the rice cooker
- fresh mango lassis
- cherry, chocolate gelato, cream, raspberry, spumante sundaes

No pics :(

I'm very full though, I now have a huge dish of aloo gobi in the fridge, and at least this fridge looks less full then it did this morning. Maybe I should make aloo gobi jaffles? Darn don't have a jaffle maker (the only time I feel like making jaffles is after cooking too much aloo gobi, and that's 3 times a year???). I need to heat it up with some chilli powder...

You know, the car, from far off: not bad; close up: not that great. *sigh*

Friday morning, I had the scariest experience of my life. Ever wanna see grannies and 40 year old women pretend to pole dance??? Go to Fernwood LPL for the 0930 class. GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! The warm up was pretending to pole dance to "Sex Bomb" by Tom Jones. I. Have. NEVER IN MY LIFE. Felt. So. So. So. Dirty... As in I could feel shivers going up my spine and running down my arms and legs just listening and.... GAAAHHHHH!!!! Shell and I left after 5min, and drove to Parra for the blessed Hip Hop class. So much better.