This (extended) weekend I…
- had Cantonese beef brisket soup noodles (my favourite)
- woke up very early to go to the Chinese consular office in Wanchai
- had brunch at Delifrance and lunch at The White Stag
- walked around Mongkok (looked at digital cameras with Layla and bought a pair of cycling gloves at the Flying Ball)
- had dinner at The Quarterdeck Club with Phil, Phil’s girlfriend SWMBO, Mark, Mark’s colleague Brian, Layla, and Neil (I do miss grilled fish)
- partied a little too hard with Phil, Mark, Layla, and Neil (ay, 6am finish — but no duck porridge)
- met Randall (who isn’t as big as I’d imagined, is definitely white, and a guy by all outward appearances — he’s really nice)
- got mild food poisoning (from Starbucks, I reckon; go figure, I live in Xiamen and I get food poisoning in Hong Kong)
- slept with a rumbly tummy
- had lunch at Hard Rock Cafe with Mark and Brian (mmm, New England Clam Chowder and Cobb salad — still with a rumbly tummy)
- flew back to Xiamen (took a ferry to Shenzhen and caught our flight there)
- unpacked (which took a grand total of five minutes)
- got a haircut (now I can’t even look in the mirror without wincing)
- had dinner at Bellagio (still with a rumbly tummy)
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How does one get food poisoning from Starbucks? (I’m assuming you had a beverage… but coffee isn’t a common route of disease transmission.)
But that would be a great way to affect much of the world’s population….
I had a pie.
What kind of pie?
A crap one, obviously!
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