Another cool non-academic night in Hong Kong...
Getting to the restaurant (Italian place in Hong Kong with a really New York name - Fat Alberto or something):
-Talking politics with Italians (the three guys preferred Obama)
-Getting confused in the MTR station (you'd think we'd be good at this by now...)
-Going down into the restaurant the stairwell is lined with "old" looking "Italian" things - pictures, posters, etc
At the restaurant:
-Italian food in Hong Kong. Interesting; not bad, not great
-All the employees spoke really good English, by Hong Kong standards
-Our side of the table orders some sangria (which was apparently not that good), and me not drinking, everyone just says "Ok Sam you get dessert." Ordered a tiramisu for the table, and when it comes, everyone starts singing Happy Birthday. It's not my birthday. But as I'm cutting up the tiramisu into parts for everyone, the manager comes over and says something to the effect of "Oh it's your birthday? We'll give you another tiramisu, one won't be enough for your table" - we had 9 people. So they bring out another tiramisu, this one with a candle on it, and everyone sings Happy Birthday again! Too much desert tonight, oy.
Getting back:
-Talking train strategy with the group (hint: when the doors open, RUN to the nearest open seat)
-Learning (then presently forgetting) random Italian phrases
-Walking up from the bottom of the hill to the top, but still enjoying it the whole way
And no, this sort of thing does not show up in your GPA
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2 comments:
happy birthday!.... not
just read your comment -- man, I'll be useless during your jam sessions, seriously. I was hoping you'd join me for my birthday yesterday, thought it'd be a good way to finally run into you!
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