The intoxicating lust for Michael Buble

Ned : This may sound just a teensy bit insane in the ol' membrane, Homer, but I was wondering if you could show me how to have some fun.
Homer : Well, well, well, so flawless Flanders needs help from stinky-pants Simpson.
Ned : Heh, heh, yeah, I guess I do.
Homer : Welly, welly, welly. Mister Clean wants to hang with dirty Dingus McGee.
Ned : How 'bout it, Homer, will you teach me the secret of your intoxicating lust for life?
Homer : Wellisy, wellisy, wellisy...
Ned : Stop that! Will you help me or not?
Homer : Let's do it.
Ned : So what about all this meat?
Homer : Ah, the missus will clean that up.

So we all ended up going out together, with Zoe taking in the big city lights and following in our footsteps. It was going to be a helluva day, turning into a helluva night. Hell. Gotta love that word. Makes everything sound great. If my memory serves me correctly, we first feasted at a little spur of the moment place I like to call Din Tai Fung, which is sneakily nestled upstairs in World Square. I could give you directions, but I can't be bothered. I'd only just read about it that morning, it was famed for its steamed soup-filled dumplings. Yes, they even have a technique for eating them so you don't burn yourself. I could tell you, but I can't be bothered. Oh, I've used that already haven't I. The meals were interesting, even the decor was all class, with bowls and utensils decorating walls. Brilliant, now there'll be no excuse for not having enough tableware. It was one of the top 10 restaurants in the world as voted by the New York Times. I mean, in the world? That's a bit of a grandiose claim, isn't it? We got there just in time, and by the time we got out, hoards of ravenous customers were waiting for a table. Adios suckas! Should've thought about that before you turned up unannounced.

Anywho, we had hours to kill before the legendary concert that was to be. And what did we do? Yet another inspired idea from me, obviously. Greenbox Plus Karaoke, a place we had stumbled upon, only because I happened to see a sign on a building, whilst looking at something else. What was I actually looking at? Never you mind. Anyway, to be honest, I was slightly disappointed with that little set up. It seemed a bit overpriced, and the mics kept screaming when they were too close to each other. What's that called again? Interference or something. But all in all, it did kill a few hours, and we discovered Zoe had the cutest interpretation of Michael Jackson's Ben. That girl's got hidden talents.

Next on the agenda... the Good Food and Wine Show. There were stalls of upmarket products, and taste testings at practically every stall, even wine tastings. And we all know who loves wine, eh Vay? It's alright, your secret shame is safe with me. Ah, this reminds me of the time we got plastered at that NSW Wine Week Festival, back in '07. They'll never let us do that again, not in a million years. All we did here was go around eating samples and drinking out of our own glasses. And I don't know about the others, but I had my afternoon tea just by doing that. Which reminds me, you owe me that wine glass Vay. I know you have it.

Thank god we didn't have too much, because there was at least 6 hours ahead of us. Where am I up to? Right. Dinner at Musashi was quite simple but elegant. I love places that pay attention to their atmosphere. We sampled sushi, deep fried tasmanian oysters and wagyu beef. Yes, the massaged kind, there's nothing worse than an overworked cow.

All this was just building up our appetites for the real event of the day, none other than Michael Buble's final concert this year at the Sydney Entertainment Centre. God I'm a legend. It just had to be said. We got some seats closer to the stage this time, on the side, with a fair view. Zoe generously got us souvenirs, it feels so good to wear a kiddy size t-shirt. At my age. You should try it some time. The crowd was full of youngies and oldies alike. Michael was his strangely humorous and not-sure-if-he's-joking self. He should've done more of MY favourites and in the style I wanted him to sing in, but I suppose he did well enough. Can't ask for more than that. Women weren't throwing their underwear on stage as I expected, but then, they didn't have that intoxicating lust for Michael Buble did they?