When writing a blog, there is a little bit of hesitation when it comes to how much you reveal about your personal life. After all, a blog is essentially a diary with a theme, one can’t help but talking about their life, friends and family along the way. At the moment this is just the beginning, and of my 10 blog members :-), 9 of them are close friends. I woke up this morning to find a new member, someone who I don’t know (hi, Dang Minh!!), and that is quite exciting in the fact that I realise that perhaps I may be reaching out to a wider audience then just my lovely friends! But it also makes me think about how I’m going to mention them in this blog without outing them by name. After last weekend (which involved LOTS of alcohol), I had a lightbulb moment of inspiration and thought it would be fun to name my friends after drinks and cocktails. I seriously put a lot of thought into them! Then I thought that’s a little naff…. so I’m sticking to the boring initials until I think of a less-naff idea. What an incredible weekend of excess it has been! It was spent with lots of different friends, in varying settings, doing all sorts of things – it was all spread evenly across the board. Really and truly a great 2 days. It has made me think of a poem that VC (I was going to a.k.a her as ‘Veuve Cliquot’…) mentioned to me, from an adaptation of poems by Omar Khayyam, called Persian Love:
“Drink wine, it’s what remains of the harvest of youth – the season of roses and wine and drunken friends. Be happy for a moment, that moment is your life.”
I started off on Friday night by a very late dinner with a group of friends at Phuket (1/F, 51 Elgin Street, Soho). After running around 3 different supermarkets/food stores after work, looking for the ingredients for Saturday dinner, Singha beer has never tasted so good! The restaurant has sliding windows that open up to make the area semi-alfresco – it was a tad on the hot and sweaty side, especially while eating spicy Thai food, but it had a nice ambience. While the food was ok, it doesn’t beat The Chili Club or Tuk Tuk Thai for me.
After ending the night in Drop for “one last drink” at 3am, it was time to hit the sack and get 4 hours of sleep before waking up for the most epic junk I’ve been on this season! This is hands down the best junk company I’ve ever used, thanks DW for introducing it to me! I’ve said adieu to Jaspas Junks for the moment, while their service is impeccable and their food consistent, it’s just a little too consistent for me. In the three years that I’ve been going on Jaspas Junks, neither have they changed their menu ONCE, nor do they offer an alternative menu. Don’t get me wrong, I love going if invited, I just wouldn’t organise one myself.
The main was a nice steak, with big bowls of fennel/rocket salad and garlic haricots verts to share. With steak as the main attraction, I bought mine at Pacific Gourmet on Caine Road. Their meat is always tasty and fresh, and at a fraction of the price of Citysuper or GrEAT. When compared with the tasteless, chewy Park ‘n Shop steak, it’s worth the extra $100 bucks. Strawberry Martini brought over a GORGEOUS almond cake – the perfect cherry on top. We ate it while watching archived Nirvana concerts on MTV, and commenting on Kurt Cobain’s holey sweaters and how we’ve passed the age of the 27 Club. Thankfully, we live on with our talents!
“Woe to the heart that beats without passion, that isn’t charmed by love, the joy of the heart … Every day you spend without love? Why it’s not worth the sun that shines for you or the moon that consoles you.”
If you already feel full from Saturday, save some room for Sunday: we joined my family for the usual Sunday lunch, this time I booked The Poolside BBQ at the Grand Hyatt – my brother is a sucker for buffets.
Steaming hot bread and butter pudding!
A fun-filled weekend, with great friends, beautiful weather, and simple pleasures…what more could a Hong Kong gal ask for?