Bought a bottle of Bowmore (which I’ll be posting soon) the other day and got a bit carried away with it. The next morning, I had to go get something solid and heavy to offset that feeling in my stomach. This beef noodle was the ticket. I’ll miss the ready availability of these little mom and pop places in Hong Kong where you can get a quick, cheap meal. It was HKD$31 or USD$4. Fack.
I’ll remember having the whole place to myself that morning. The 師傅 was inside his little enclosure in the front tending to the brisket, and the waitress was out of sight in the back. I quietly contemplated the past couple of years and how I’m going to approach the next few weeks.
I’ve been thinking about getting old recently and thought about all the things that I do on a daily basis that would be so nice to forego if there weren’t any negative consequences. With all the outsourcing and automating in our lives these days, why can’t we outsource or automate these? It would save so much time…
From the morning routine:
Brushing my teeth
Washing my face
Washing my hair
Styling my hair
From the evening routine:
Brushing my teeth
Writing my journal
Tracking my finances
I’ve been doing some of these things for a very long time, and they really are getting old. It would be so nice if I just woke up and my teeth were clean and my hair already styled. At the same time, these are actually worthwhile things to do and I do regret it when I don’t do them. I know because lately I have been skipping or delaying some of them. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this, to remind myself that the time I devote to these tasks is well spent.
A conversation (monologue) I had with JC tonight. I was eating some fishy mackerel from Yoshinoya.
When I was a kid fish made me barf, and now I like fish.
Same thing with cilantro, couldn’t stand it back then.
When I was a kid I didn’t like coffee, and now I can’t get enough of it.
When I was a kid I didn’t like girls, and now I can’t get enough of them.
Then she pointed out that I didn’t like babies before either, and I said:
That’s true, I didn’t like babies before, and now they always get my attention when I see them around town. I saw one today and turned my head to make sure it was OK walking unattended near and towards a down escalator.
Kinda crazy how tastes can make a 180, but at the same time I guess I’m not a kid anymore.
After drinking with the guys from work, I get a quiet moment to myself while waiting for the Star Ferry home. In my drunken state I walk over to the window, cross my arms and rest my head on the ledge, take a deep breath, and take it all in. Looking out at the harbor, I wonder how many times I’ve been inside this building in the almost four decades since I’ve been alive, from the time when I was a child before moving to the U.S., to coming back to Hong Kong for the first time as a teenager, to actually moving back and living here as a grown man, and I recall the times I’ve passed through the pier with my parents, my aunt, and now JC. I look towards the area where I entered this world. I know I’ll be leaving soon, but nothing will ever change that this really is the place where I came from.
It’s Thursday night, and I’m spent. Going to try to shower and go to bed in the next 30 minutes. Will try to finish my Blue Girl beer. According to here, it’s brewed in South Korea for import into Hong Kong. They do lots of advertising here. Good night.
I just bought airfare back to the U.S., which means our move back there is now official. Although it’s the right thing to do, it’s still depressing (sort of like breaking up with someone you’ve been with for a while) and calls for more alcohol. I probably won’t sleep tonight…