My typical Hong Kong Saturday night features a pilgrimage that sets out from the Globe and then meanders its way from Solas and Wagyu on Wyndam Street down to the bowels of LKF for jello shots at Al's Diner back up the hill for dirty dancing at Dragon-I capped off by the cover band at Dusk til Dawn. Interludes at Le Jardin and Mint are regular features in my search for... hmm... What is it I am looking for until 4am most weekends? (Clearly a topic for a different blog.)
This weekend featured a very different path although included many similiar features of a typical Saturday night. This time the quest was clear- finalize my GEAR. In case you hadn't noticed, most RTPers are obsessive about gear. (A big thank you to Matthew Chapman for his amazing blog entries on this particular topic.) They plan it out at a level of detail rivaled only by bridezilla planning her wedding. Friends, transition your cost per guest model to calorie content per gram, and you get the idea.
As all adventurers, I started out close to home- Park and Shop, where I saddled up to some familiar items: peanut M&Ms and granola bars adding ramen and instant coffee to the routine. Mmmm. Nothing like comfort food. From there, I decided to strike out in search of a shiny new outfit at Mammut. I found a couple of cute suits but left disappointed as nothing held any lasting interest. I then went to trusted friend Protrek where I was sure to find direct delivery of just the stuff I needed in neat colors- new hat, sunglasses, origamibowl, body glide, socks, bum bag and more. Much like Al's Diner's I way overdid it. After the euphoria at Protrek, I got a little lost along the way and ended up waltzing around a pair of Polar watches at Pure, but better judgement prevailed, and I headed to dark side- ie Mong Kok, to round out my collection- trekking poles, watch, red flashing light, sleeping bag, sleeping pad and everything necessary to ensure a good night sleep.
Much like any other Saturday night, I returned home late, completely spent. Shoes, clothes, purse, keys, and now purchases strewn all over the floor of my aparment. Me passed out, face down on top of the covers. I guess it's reassuring that my weekends haven't changed that much.
As usual, my quest continues- anyone know where I can buy safety pins?
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