Chinatown

Our new place is on the outskirts of Chinatown, which means delicious, cheap restaurants and tons of interesting grocery stores just outside our front door. The first time I went to the grocery store down the street, my eyes went wide and I wandered the aisles aimlessly, trying to find a food item that I recognized. I ended up with some great finds - chow mein noodles that cook in 3 minutes, cheap, fresh veggies, frozen dumplings and aisles of fancy sauces that one day I may be adventurous enough to try. If I can muster enough courage to choose some seafood from the shady back corner of the store, I'll end up with protein back in my diet.

It must be very nice for new Canadians to find their favourite foods from home. I wonder if there are grocery stores in Hong Kong that specialize in North American food - aisles of Kraft Dinner, cheddar cheese, hot dogs and french fries.

The Shore

Saturday night was a gong show night in our house. Friends came over, we had many drinks and headed out in the area. Luckily our cute, fun upstairs neighbours were up for the task of taking us out on the town. Of course they were - there were five great girls ready to follow them anywhere!

After two bars and many more rounds, we headed back to the house, which by this point had become one big house, rather than two separate apartments. I'm sure I gushed for hours about how great it was that we all "lived together" and that we should party like this every week. I was too drunk to notice the eye-rolls from the guys.

We literally had a dance party in the living room, bouncing around, dancing on furniture and listening to all kinds of music. Some of the girls left and then there were two. Well two girls were left with the two guys from upstairs.

In typical Jersey Shore styles I took full advantage of a cute house-mate and available nearby bed, which lead to no bad news behaviour but definitely a lonnnng night of dancing and drinking, with a bit of sleeping. It seems like a perfect situation to me - how can this not work out? Someone to cuddle with at the end of the night, right in my house, no strings attached! Just like Snooki and Vinny.

Oh no...I'm basing my behaviour on Snooki. This is already getting bad...at least the walk of shame the next day was a quick one.

Chores vs. Chatting

Last night I had a really productive night. After returning home from an Indigo store event (yay for meeting JWOWW!), I unpacked the rest of my room, took out some recycling, ate dinner and sent several important emails. While I was doing this my roomie texted, facebook chatted, talked on the phone and skyped with guys. All different guys (I think).

No criticism here - if I had that many guys vying for a chance to talk to me I would not be a sad girl. Luckily at the moment there aren't, so my room is unpacked and livable rather than merely a collection of suitcases.

Who said blondes have more fun...?