I went for rock night on Thursday and had just a little too much to drink so I failed to wake up on Friday to come to work, so I didn’t, my excuse, sick day. I enjoyed my day off so much, I woke up late, had a fitting breakfast, read, went to the saloon, had a hotdog then went back home and read some more before going to bed early. I loved every minute and I wish I didn’t have to come to work at all.
In an unrelated development, this guy at work has been wanting to buy me lunch since I started so I finally conceded to go with him on Thursday. Now up till then I had been hinting that I love fast food, hotdogs, fries, burgers, anything fried and unhealthy, I like. So it’s Thursday and time for lunch, he sends his driver to come pick me up, I ask where we are going and he says it’s a surprise so I am excited, naturally. I get in the car, we go and the driver points out to me where we are going as we circle some building around the Nakasero Market area. I can’t make out any discernable restaurant so I start getting worried. I am wearing low slung jeans and a small black top so I am worried about where I am going to sit and still hoping against hope that it will be a high backed chair, it isn’t. We finally find a parking spot and start walking to the eatery, as I will refer to it from now on. I am not sure if this eatery has a name but I believe any eatery where you have to go through the open air kitchen to get to the benches you will be seated on should be referred to as a ‘kafunda’. The food, I have to say, was good but I have to say to all you guys, do not take me to a ‘kafunda’ the first time you take me out unless ofcourse I am given prior knowledge so I can dress appropriately.
I have run out of steam which is ok since I have run out of things to say as well. Till later.