Just back from Chinatown in the City. To soak up the CNY atmosphere and feel at least the mood so thoroughly absent in the burbs. Crowded as expected with the innermost roads blocked for pedestrian traffic only. Stage shows with dancing girls that would be so heckled back in Asia for the notable lack of slenderness and a curious mix of Cantonese and Americanese.
We went for the chi fen but ended up with curios for the home, 5 Chinese movie DVDs that we have no means of playing (as yet) and dried goods for the kitchen. The trip messed up my well laid plans to get the laundry and docs in order for the all important tax filings. But heck, I have contingency - time is still on my side for this. And the Man would really have to let me get that PS3 or Blu-ray now - note to self: must display the DVDs conspiciously in front of the telly.
We were so bundled up for the expected rain and cold that we actually felt hot in the car. But there was no rain in the city. The blessings from heaven stopped before Bay Bridge. In reverse, coming home, we emerged from the sunshine on the west end of Caldecott Tunnel into sudden darkness on the west end. It was, we concluded, the FOG.
All in all, an enjoyable day of jostling with one's kind.
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