01.22.08
Dinner in the city
My friends May and Yen took a trip to Yangshuo separately and both brought back a gift for me. So today we went out for dinner together.
Just running out of ideas where to eat and suddenly remembered there is a great Vietnamese restaurant at the crossing piont of Jiesheliu Malu and Dongfeng east. Price is cheap and food is good.
The 2 beautiful girls were standing over a bridge waiting for me in the night like glowing statues. When they saw me running up the bridge.
One of them—:”What happened to you?”
The other—:”What happened to your hair?”
Again—:”Just because you are seeing us does not mean you can dress urself like this, ew.”
Conclusion is that I look like shit.
Well…I thought I was not too bad. I look like a Christmas tree a bit–grey wool mini skirt over black leggings, orange sweater with a brown showl-like jacket over, a big purple scarf falling from the neck , long earings , my mp4, and my bag.
“But this is called layering.”I said. Apparently no one agreed. May was in a nice black trench coat, light brown linen tunic under. Yen was in a black sweater and wool cap.
Then we walked down Jiesheliu Malu, which is very pretty in the night. On a monday night the restaurant is not full. We stuffed ourselves by over-ordering–Curry chicken, Dong Yumkong Soup, fried rice, Spring rolls, Morning Glory, Fried Doufu, and one really funny dish (Chicken Salad as I see it) which the menu calls in English:”the tooth car is too fast.”What the….?
In the end a free dessert was served to each of us.
May’s gift is a silver bracelet, and Yen’s is Thai-dye picture on a piece of fabric. mm….Very nice.
One more thing to hang on me and one more thing to hang on the wall in home…
It was a 2 hour meal. One thing because food was extra, and also because conversation went everywhere. Wanna know what girls talked about–Gossips from work, boss, ex-boss–>plans for Spring Festival–>Plans for next year–>what is more scary, general anesthesia or local anesthesia or pure pain—>generation gap, 70″’s, early 80’s and late 80″s—>have children or not have children—>changes–>Is more painful experiences better for life or less?–>fake eyelashes—>where (or where else)to make a tatoo?—>where to meet Mr.right—>old songs…
Funny episode: On the way back waiting for bus there is this Pakistani guy ahead of me. He looked at me, and I looked at him. And I was thinking, is it because I am looking at him so he is looking at me too? Do not look. But then he looks really familiar. Then suddelly it dawned on me that he maybe my friend Jenny’s husband.
So after sitting down, I sent a message to Jenny–:”Hey is ur husband out? I saw someone really similar but cant be sure. Didn’t say Hi but if he is then I’ll be so rude not to say Hi.”
Jenny:”Yes my husband is on Garden line getting back now, He is wearing a black leather jacket . My brother is together.”(Good wife, if Gordo is out i would never know what he is wearing!)
Me:”Then it’s him, sitting in front of me.Oh i am so sorry…”
Then I went and said hello back.
Conclusion: if they say all Chinese look alike, sometimes thats how we look at foreigners too.