That Jess Ho

For those of you who are cool or like to have an excuse to wear lycra, polyester or things with sequins, then you were probably at Roller Disco last Saturday.
For those of you who like to have an excuse to roller blade throughout the city without getting entirely beaten up for being “a fag,” then you were probably at Roller Disco last Saturday.
For those of you who just like shiny things, or are addicted to your Facecrack events, then, you were probably at Roller Disco last Saturday.

I…well, I was at work.
And then I partied on a roof somewhere and didn’t drink.

That’s right, I didn’t drink on a Saturday night, in fact, I couldn’t even finish my knock-off drink.

And because of all the Roller-discoing-mother-fellas having “the best night of their lives,” I believe they sucked the fun out of me.  It was transposed into hipsterville, translated and buffed into something so-disco.

That being said, my favourite man happened to be DJing at the town of wheel-shoe and had about 5 costume changes, or so I heard.  We ended up going out and getting fed up and then playing childhood sleep-overs by dragging a mattress and a sleeping bag onto the first floor at five in the morning.

And what are we going to do, if not eat the next day?  He disco-ed his ass off and I grumbled my way into oblivion.

No, that is a lie.  I grumbled my way on to Brunswick st and to a “new” Japanese place called Yume.

They’re alright, I don’t know.  This hunt for decent Japanese food in Fitzroy/Collingwood is getting me down.  I can no longer get up and stumble into the CBD for a good Japanese feed. So much sad-face.

The chicken gyoza.  We originally wanted the vegetarian gyoza, but they were out.  Sad, just…so sad.  In fact, this place has a lot of vegetarian options.  The gyoza were alright, a bit greasy, and could have afforded more cooking and the skins were a little thick/starchy.  I was more into the salad on the side.

My spicy chicken ramen, you choose either a shoyu or miso base.  I chose miso as last time I had their shoyu, it was a little lackluster.  This was much better, but their noodles were overcooked.

Phil’s kitsune don. He liked the dish, but I get so wary when there is capsicum in any sort of stir-fry.  I know, it’s the annoying Canto in me screaming WHATTHEFUCK from the inside.

I think the best part about this meal was when Phil wanted to fold a celebration crane, and there wasn’t any actual paper lying around.

He’s the napkin folding master.

But seriously,this meal, like my weekend was not a notable one.

There, I said it.

Hate me.

Yume