新年快樂
新年快樂
Xin Nian Kuai Ler!
Happy Chinese New Year!
In celebration I went to Chinatown for dinner last night with my friend Paul. He’d never been to that neighborhood before so it was fun to wander around with him. Although he looked a little nervous at first, I think he relaxed into it nicely. We only saw one dragon, a white one with sequinned skin.
We ate at Ken Kee, which was delish but for some reason only three bites filled me up. And then on to Saint Anne for my addiction; the coconut tart. Mmmm, coconut tart *drool* A short train ride home and I was comfortably in bed, watching episode two of Bleak House.
Could Gillian Anderson look ANY more radiant than she does in that movie? I’m beyond impressed with her faccent (that’s petermavrik for ‘fake accent’) I just made the connection that Mrs. Flight is the same actress who played one of the young maids from the early seasons of Upstairs Downstairs. The one who slept with James and became the cabaret gal who sang “What are we going to do with uncle arthur!”
I drifted to sound sleep by 9:30…
…which wasn’t good because the INCREDIBLY handsome man I met at Charlie’s on Saturday night called around 10:30 while I was dead to the world. Grr. I wish I would have been awake. It would have been fun to chat with him. Especially while lying in bed…
But no worries. I’m planning to see him very soon for dinner.
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Saturday is my birthday. Twenty-nine. I’m planning on dinner with my folks and maybe some late night drinking.
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I want to move RIGHT NOW. The torture of it being two months away from my move-in date is unbearable at this moment. I cannot fathom what it will be like as the date draws near, just as I cannot fathom what it will be like living in the ‘hood.
Lookout Boystown. Here I come.