3.30.2006
Weekenders.
One of the nice things about living in Shanghai is it's easy to get to Hong Kong (see the phog!) from here, which in turn makes it easy to go to the HK for a few days, which in turns makes it easy to casually drop snotty-sounding lines like "Oh, I'd love to meet you for dinner on Saturday, but I can't--I'm off to Hong Kong for the weekend. Sorry. But do have fun at your … what was it, dinner? I'm sure it will be fabulous."
For example: "Oh, I'd love to make a new blog post for you to read sometime Saturday or Sunday, but I can't--I'm off to Hong Kong for the weekend. Sorry. But do have fun with your … watching Netflix, wasn't it? I’m sure it will be fabulous."
See? That wasn't so hard, was it?
Anyway, as you may have guessed, we are going back to Hong Kong to, as one my friends so succinctly put it after I described our weekend plans to her, "Eat. Shop. Eat." Sounds good to me. I will, of course, let you know how it goes. But not, of course, until Monday or Tuesday. We're going to Hong Kong for the weekend, you see ...
For example: "Oh, I'd love to make a new blog post for you to read sometime Saturday or Sunday, but I can't--I'm off to Hong Kong for the weekend. Sorry. But do have fun with your … watching Netflix, wasn't it? I’m sure it will be fabulous."
See? That wasn't so hard, was it?
Anyway, as you may have guessed, we are going back to Hong Kong to, as one my friends so succinctly put it after I described our weekend plans to her, "Eat. Shop. Eat." Sounds good to me. I will, of course, let you know how it goes. But not, of course, until Monday or Tuesday. We're going to Hong Kong for the weekend, you see ...
