One of the best nights ever!

Warning: This post has pretty much nothing to do with Twilight - I just wanna gloat about the awesome night I had last night!

So as many of you know, I work for a healthcare charity. Because we receive no funding from the government, we rely on donations and fundraising events to function. Although I don't work strictly in the income-generation area, I was invited last night to one of the highlights of our city's social calendar.

This was a black-tie, cocktail dress kind of affair, so it's only right that I add this photo here:

I'll be your date for this evening, madam.

As the twitterati may recall, this invitation sent me into a tailspin earlier in the week shopping for a new frock. I had nothing in my wardrobe that would work, but alas, my arm didn't need to be twisted far to convince me to go shopping! I ended up with this:

So off I go, to arrive at this amazing venue, glasses of champagne abundant, to await the draw of chefs. I suppose I should explain - 13 high-profile chefs from around the world (even the guy from MasterChef Australia, which ignited SparklyJul's jealousy!) flew in for the occasion and we waited to have our table number drawn out of a hat to see who would be cooking for us. As we entered the main room there were lots of gasps at how amazing it looked!

FYI - the room was lit in pink, hence all the photos from here are really bright! It didn't look this intense but I think my iPhone accentuated the colours somewhat... just pretend you have rose-tinted glasses on :-)

 

I won't go on and on too much about the food - oh, fuck it, yes I will. With the amount the tickets for this event were worth (which, by the way, I most certainly did not pay) you can assume the quality of the wine and food at this four-course meal was phenominal. Oh yes, yes it was.

My main course - which, much to Lisa's disgust - I proclaimed to be better than sex with Rob, was un-fucking-believable. Now clearly, the only way I'm only gonna be able to prove this is to have had sex with Rob to compare, and as I will no longer be blogging at that point (sex slaves don't have time for the internet) we'll just assume I'm right, m'kay?

 

For my tweeps who were asking what I had, this is the (multi-orgasmic) main course:

Wild Fiordland Venison

Roast loin, young carrots, black kumara gnocchi & liquorice infused jus

Just a touch fancier than the poached eggs on toast I had today then, methinks. Seriously, wow. (If you don't know what kumara is, go here)

I won't bore you with all the menu details but let me just show you one more awesome thing. This chef came from Hong Kong who has a reputation as a bit of a shock-jock: always the talking point. He served a dish called 'transplant':

 

Not the best shot as it was across a big table, but basically, this was a piece of bone, with three syringes (his idea of a bone marrow transplant). One held a white chocolate concotion and the other two pink & red - I assume something berry-ish. I was well jealous I couldn't have a taste!

We ended the evening with a charity auction - wow. There were prizes like signed posters and aprons, the chance to have a chef come to your house to cook for you, and flights for two to London with dinner at an amazing restaurant over there. The size of the bids some people made were mind-blowing, as I mentally compared my income to the dollar amounts flying around the room!

All in all we raised (approx) two hundred thousand dollars, so amazing and so humbling. I had one of the best nights of my life, rocked my party frock, and even went drinking with the chefs afterwards. The perks of being one of the 'crew', eh! Very, very good times. 

And jftr, very, very sore feet. Even now, 8pm the day after, they hurt. My shoes may be incredible, but they are very much 'car to bar' only. For realz.

What's the most amazing meal you've ever eaten?