Chris' Blog

Yesterday, we headed out to run some errands and spotted a few photo opportunities…

Lock up your daughters. The Egg Monster’s back in town!

After a narrow escape from the Egg Monster, we rested and refueled at our local neighbourhood 7-10 store.

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Well, it’s my birthday. I received several birthday wishes from family by e-mail throughout the day and Christine treated me to dinner and Häagen-Dazs along with two of our close friends. Francky and Ulika gave me a Chinese dragon head shirt which I proudly wore for the duration of the evening. Dinner was noodles (we didn’t want to ruin our appetites) then it was off to the Häagen-Dazs store for ice cream chocolate fondue. Ice cream balls dipped in melted chocolate….oh baby!

It’s a funny thing about China…you can take pictures in museums, art galleries, at rock concerts, but as soon as you pull out a camera at the Häagen-Dazs store…trouble. Please be advised that any pictures resembling actual persons or places are strictly coincidental. Here’s a picture of what Francky and Ulika might look like enjoying a certain ice cream at a certain ice cream establishment.

Although the ice cream dipped in chocolate was good, I didn’t feel complete, so Christine got me a bowl of vanilla ice cream just to be sure. I even got a free (free for me because Christine paid for all the ice cream) gift: a Häagen-Dazs tea cup and saucer. Christine topped of the evening by buying me some balloons!

Another weekend has come and gone, but not without a trip to the miscellaneons store. It was good timing too, as it was beginning to rain. Nothing beats the rain like kicking back with a couple of miscellaneons. Personally I think the miscellaneons would sell better with ice cream as opposed to cigarettes, but that’s probably just because I don’t understand the Chinese point of view. I remember my first miscellaneon, the shiny gold wrapper, the rough gritty texture of the coating…ah the memories.

How many miscellaneons does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Three. Two to hold the cigars and one to turn the room!

I don’t know what it is, but every time I talk to a taxi driver, he thinks I am from France. Perhaps it is my obvious sophistication, my sense of fashion, or maybe it’s because I eat a lot of cheese…I may never know.