I stayed at the Victorian Hotel that was completed 1 year after this. I recall it acutely well. It's fancy-pants as all get out. Catty-corner and across a water way from the Parliament. Went inside that too. It too is fancy-pants as all get out.
Had high tea at the hotel.
What is high tea you ask?
It's tea that makes you high especially if you smoke a bowl before going in.
Just kidding. Wouldn't do that.
I'd roll a joint.
Just kidding again.
For me, it's a Coca-cola and little biscuits, cookies, puff pastry and assorted baked goods like petit fours, so-called because they have four corners. They're little cubes of layered pan cake with thin hard icing coating and some tedious little decoration. They're gross.
You also put on your good clothes. No slumming it allowed, or it wrecks the whole atmosphere of being piss-elegant. Also you converse and no swearing.
I just now got back from Pacific Ocean Market. The new place is super cool. All the Asian people I spoke to were really nice.
Here's the thing. They are quiet and reserved and in their own world in a way that excludes me, keeps me at a distance, because they think that I'm unapproachable.
See, I'm a white guy and they're Asian and our worlds are barely tangental.
Tan and gentle.
Barely that.
But when I break the ice with a simple statement, and it can be anything. Anything. Off the top of my head, anything at all, and they open right up like a flower.
No wait. They open up like a, um, like a cave with a door.
No, wait, wait, wait, They open up like the original Star Trek door on the bridge.
No. Wait. Wait wait wait. They open up like a Stargate portal that allows transference in and out to remote space locations that unites worlds on different galaxies.
And I'm all, "you guys are really nice."
And they're all, "that white guy wasn't so bad."
I got a dragon fruit and I don't even know what that is.
And I bought a roasted duck and I'm eating it right now.
I bought bunches of vegetables that I don't know what they are.
It's an experiment.
A lot of stuff.
Three coconuts, three things of celery. pears all over the place. Papaya, guavas, mangos. Bamboo, a big bag of bean sprouts. I have no idea how they will juice. I expect they'll taste fairly gross and need to be disguised with fruit.
I had a great time.
And I brought joy to everyone in my immediate space.
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That was great! No fat people!
Lots of horse poo.
It helps that they got the film speed right.
I stayed at the Victorian Hotel that was completed 1 year after this. I recall it acutely well. It's fancy-pants as all get out. Catty-corner and across a water way from the Parliament. Went inside that too. It too is fancy-pants as all get out.
Had high tea at the hotel.
What is high tea you ask?
It's tea that makes you high especially if you smoke a bowl before going in.
Just kidding. Wouldn't do that.
I'd roll a joint.
Just kidding again.
For me, it's a Coca-cola and little biscuits, cookies, puff pastry and assorted baked goods like petit fours, so-called because they have four corners. They're little cubes of layered pan cake with thin hard icing coating and some tedious little decoration. They're gross.
You also put on your good clothes. No slumming it allowed, or it wrecks the whole atmosphere of being piss-elegant. Also you converse and no swearing.
I just now got back from Pacific Ocean Market. The new place is super cool. All the Asian people I spoke to were really nice.
Here's the thing. They are quiet and reserved and in their own world in a way that excludes me, keeps me at a distance, because they think that I'm unapproachable.
See, I'm a white guy and they're Asian and our worlds are barely tangental.
Tan and gentle.
Barely that.
But when I break the ice with a simple statement, and it can be anything. Anything. Off the top of my head, anything at all, and they open right up like a flower.
No wait. They open up like a, um, like a cave with a door.
No, wait, wait, wait, They open up like the original Star Trek door on the bridge.
No. Wait. Wait wait wait. They open up like a Stargate portal that allows transference in and out to remote space locations that unites worlds on different galaxies.
And I'm all, "you guys are really nice."
And they're all, "that white guy wasn't so bad."
I got a dragon fruit and I don't even know what that is.
And I bought a roasted duck and I'm eating it right now.
I bought bunches of vegetables that I don't know what they are.
It's an experiment.
A lot of stuff.
Three coconuts, three things of celery. pears all over the place. Papaya, guavas, mangos. Bamboo, a big bag of bean sprouts. I have no idea how they will juice. I expect they'll taste fairly gross and need to be disguised with fruit.
I had a great time.
And I brought joy to everyone in my immediate space.
Kidding again.
AllenS, probably not many over 60 also.
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