Broken Streak

I went on this strongbow streak from Friday to Monday! You see, my confession here today is that my body fails to take beer (including alcoholic cider) & wine as it can with hard liquor. I would get woozy by the second glass of wine in a restaurant, & I'd always blame the decent lighting. I could bring this 'weakness' to my advantage, I mean, I won't ever have a beer belly!

But I might, seeing that I just got out of a crazy strongbow streak (they're alcoholic cider, & yes I am that sad of a drinker!) I usually get a bottle of strongbow when I'm out early with my friends. It's my strategic plan to socialize outside of my comfort zone and it gets me talking more. Since I hardly get to talk as much as I do around my usual friends back home, I've resorted to beer over here. 

So my weekend has turned into those nights where there were only pictures of me before I went out. Well, there's only ONE picture of me from Monday night at the smoking area. I didn't have the chance to play with my phone at all, but it was fine, the reluctance to reply anyone else other than Amelia, Kristi or May these days is quite dominating.

Outrageous outbreak.

Fuck! But I still went out & have fun :D

Oh, I think this was Sunday night! I really want to jump into the foam but I dressed too adorable to get wet. I was wearing a cute silk top and a black short pants! And my black ankle boot heels was too high and unstable for a big slippery dance floor.

It looks really fun, doesn't it? I didn't quite enjoy the night as I've had a throbbing headache from drinking lots of wine during dinner. Then my friends got me 'Magners', some kinda beer I suppose, and it tasted like crap! Like actual crap! Then someone had to pour drinks on my friend, twice, and so I helped her wash and dry her hair in the toilet! Hah.

And it all ended on Monday. With freshly blown dried hair, I got to the club at midnight and immediately had a shot.. then a strongbow. Then more shots and strongbow. It got me dancing and feeling fancy in the inside, until something bad needed my attention. And when the group split in two, I decided to be with Charlotte, because her current relationship reminded me of myself, and I thought, how great would it be for me if I had someone who had been through what I'm going through then? 

I decided not to share what exactly happened that night halfway through writing it. I know if I did, I'd smile at the flashback of what went on and how much bolder I've grown to be at this time of my life. But I think it's needless to share it on the internet. For now, it'll stay funny in my mind.

Since January of 2012, I've adapted my everything to the very empowering phrase of 'You Only Live Once' & 'Because Life Is Short'. Trust me, when you've applied it to every decision you make, it's gonna be a change so grand you'll feel like a different person. I wish I could say I've been living my life to the fullest all this time, but I stopped having to deal with people about the things I don't want to deal with anymore and that in my mother's eyes is what she calls irresponsible. I also stop giving myself excuses when it comes to the things I want. So other times, it does feels very fulfilling! 

Piccolino Restaurant, Birmingham

Last night, I had a chance to try out an Italian Restaurant near the Ikon Gallery in Birmingham called the Piccolino. My evening begin with their complimentary bread and a bottle of wine white, followed by a fresh fillet of cod, and ended sinfully with what we sometimes call, a molten lava cake. I didn't have any starters because I wasn't really up for any anti pasti or soup, and when he asked if I wanted salad, I (so naturally) screamed out 'NO!' and let out a loud eww too. I felt embarrassed because I really need to act more ladylike. But I'm not that kinda girl that would order salad on a date - or on any occasion. 

Piccolino is situated at a good location along Broad Street, only 2 minutes away from the Brindley carpark and although we paid £6 for about 3 hours for the parking, I couldn't complain! For a Sunday night, the restaurant wasn't too full. We were seated at exactly in the middle of the restaurant. It was quite disappointing to know that the restaurant had only 2 waiting staff on a weekend dinner service. I could see that our poor waitress, Aina, was swamped with orders. But still, she was such a sunshine. She kept smiling and she was really helpful.

Our food didn't take too long to come and I really did enjoy my Merluzzo Piccante (17.25). The roasted cod  was so fresh and the sprouted broccoli was cooked just to perfection, 'al dante'! I thought the piccante (spicy sausages) was an odd throw in with the fish at first, but it actually complimented the fish like butter with bread! Cod fish can be a bland dish, and although it has been infused with a thick salty butter sauce, the piccante brings them together.

The host recommended the dark chocolate almond tart for desserts but the (other) waiter (which looked as delicious as my dessert tasted) told me that the tart was made with almond extract and it tasted strong - something that I dont know how to appreciate YET.

So I went for the safer bet, warm chocolate fondant with vanilla ice cream. So.. my amour, it tasted as good as the waiter looked like. Don't get me wrong, Aina was a very beautiful waitress, but I can't help asking for the waiter with dark brown hair and deep set eyes. I wanted to strip them open and let the inside pour out, but of course, I only did it on my dessert. The hot lava poured out so beautifully I took awhile before I started digging in. The vanilla ice cream was quite different than any of the vanilla ice creams I've ever had. I wouldn't say it was the best, but it was good. It was different. A good change. But I can't go deeper into that, I was too caught up with my love sauce.

Tortino Al Cioccolato (6.25)

I would definitely go back again. All in all, Piccolino served proper food priced averagely (Birmingham rate) and request for Aina, she knows the menu like the back of her hand and she could recommend like she has eaten everything on it. She's Spanish btw, and she so kindly attended to our curiosity by showing us how to operate the ham machine.

Until the next time,
A.