I’ve always wanted a pair of Chucks with a hand-drawn graphic design, and Chin took the honors of designing a pair of shoes for me for my early birthday gift. He practiced on a pair of shoes for himself first, which look incredible. It’s just a skyline silhouette, but I love how creative it is. I can’t wait to see how mine will look!
Peter, Chin and I were craving the dimsum from that hole in the wall restaurant again, but by the time we got there it was chock full of people. Our backup was a sushi restaurant called Itamae Sushi, which actually serves Chin’s beloved sake. The fool spent HK$400 on sushi, whereas Peter and I stayed within our budgets. I also found out that what I thought was mackerel all this time actually isn’t mackerel. Mackerel is gross and tastes way too much like fish.
Will met up with us after lunch and he and Peter went around the male shopping mall. Look at what we saw on the streets while we were browsing for stores (I don’t even want to begin questioning wtf it is):
As night arrived, the sake that we drank finally kicked in and Peter felt the coma coming on. He and Will took off to get a foot massage while Chin and I went looking for a pair of Chucks that he could use as his canvas.
“Let’s go to Dahood,” he said, pointing towards a shady looking street.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go into the ghetto area to buy a pair of sneakers, especially if we wouldn’t know how legit they are, but he was actually pointing to a store. Called “Da hood.” We found a pair of navy blue Chucks and then went hunting for some mooncake.
For some reason, we didn’t seem to celebrate Mid Autumn Festival the right way; we didn’t eat mooncake the day before! The festival we went to didn’t sell anything we wanted, so today we went to buy the special “snowy” moon cakes that I thought were going to be like mochi ice cream moon cakes.
It looked a lot prettier than it tastes. It’s just a cold moon cake with a mochi peel with mango flavored filling. It’s not that special, but it’s a change from regular lotus paste and egg yolk.
The guys met up with us once again because I wanted to hunt for a pair of flats, but the ones at Langham Place weren’t very affordable. We had dinner at Pepper Steak, and then went around the mall taking pictures with these statues that were set up for promoting the new store Monkii. I wish I didn’t look like I have to pee.
Peter can open his mouth really wide:
We parted ways after a couple of hours because Chin had to make it back in time for the shuttle, and the rest of us went home to prepare for a wine/cheese get together. I was able to recruit Vivien, Courtney and Leanne to join us. Security is really strict here in the HK dorms, and we’re not allowed to have guests after 11PM. Will told us to walk in casually as if we lived there, but as soon as we got to the door and realized we couldn’t open it without a key, we knew that we blew our cover and showed that we didn’t live there. A group of locals opened the door and I followed them up, but the guard yelled at me in Cantonese and made me come back down so that we could get signed in. Boo. At least Will was able to sign all of us in.
Peter brought his dessert wine, Will brought his red wine, I had my cheese/crackers, and Vivien brought mooncakes. Those glasses that Peter is wearing are fake, mind you. He hunted everywhere for a pair of wooden frames and he finally found one that’s affordable and looks nice.
We actually didn’t have a wine corker, so we hunted for a bunch of different utensils to manually pull it out. The knife, chopstick, and cheap generic swiss army knife set we found didn’t work, but our beloved girl scout Courtney was able to pop it open after some hard work. Go team!
I miss cheese! I take it for granted back home, and it’s so expensive at the markets here. I bought a pack of Baby belle cheese cubes, which were so good with the grapes.
It was a fun belated celebration of MoonCake day, with even better delicacies to enjoy.
At the end everybody got alcohol coma, so we left to go back to our dorm, only to get yelled at by the guard in Cantonese for leaving later than we should have.
“If you do it again I’m turning your ID’s to the dean!” he yelled, and tossed our IDs on the counter.
I’m glad I don’t understand Cantonese when I’m getting yelled at because it makes me feel less guilty. HEH.
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