Well, not new, but new in part to me. I managed to snag one of the Lingnan copies of HK Magazine (free English-language nightlife weekly) and after getting a chance to read all the way through one I’m floored: for WVians, it’s what Graffiti would be with competent editing and a world class city full of exciting things to do. You can dream about that while the mercury flirts with freezing, and I’ll just stick around here for a while.
It won’t win any awards for subtlety: it carries the always… interesting “Savage Love” and this week’s cover story is titled “How Drunk are We?” But it also tells me what this weekend’s “Street Carnival” in Lan Kwai Fong is about (Hong Kong isn’t very good about putting Mardi Gras in the right half of the year or so) and that a new Almodóvar film is opening. Cool.
Almost all of tomorrow will be sucked up by an OMIP-organized excursion by boat to Sai Kung, in the North-eastern New Territories. We’ll be going the scenic way by boat from the TST public ferry pier, which I don’t quite understand. If the included lunch is as big as it sounds, I’ll get over it quickly. I’ll go back to being bitter if we are “grouped” and forced to satisfy the local fetish for “educational” “games” most of us thought we’d escaped some time after second grade or so. Afterward I should be thoroughly pooped but will probably let myself be dragged to LKF.
I’m starting to get tempted to ignore my promise to not travel [how many times can I type “to?”], as low-ish fares to Taipei and semi-workable flight times over the Cheung Yeung long weekend (Monday 30 Oct. is off) beckon. Hm.
Monday brings el desayuno con el Presidente, which is something WVU definitely doesn’t do. WVU also doesn’t allow “spirit teams” of sociopaths to stand outside dorms and scream “wake-up songs” in the early morning hours, so I’m not going to beat up on it too much. I’ll also go to Festival Walk in Kowloon Tong for a crack at a few of the “Western Grocery Stores” (which we speak of reverently almost to the point of including air quotes) as Team America shops for goodies for its Wednesday Lingnan International Day booth. I’ve heard rumors on the Internets about the existence of “Sun Chips” and “root beer” and other whispers from my past, and I’m eager to put them to rest—in my stomach.
I need food, bye.
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