Monday, November 1, 2010

Melissa visited!

Before last week, the last time I'd seen Melissa was when I was about twelve.  We went to Sunday School together at the wonderful Garneau United Church in Edmonton, the most welcoming and diverse church community I've ever known, and where Grandma played the organ. 
So.  When Grandma and Melissa's mom discovered we're both living in China, we all made short work of planning for Melissa to come up from Macau - I'll go down there when it's time for a visa run in a few months.  It was a reunion with funness of epic proportions, and between reminisces of hymnals and Christmas pageants, we tore up the town.  Art supply shopping, gallery browsing, Bund strolling, Expo adventuring, dignitary meeting, fancy dinner eating, wine sipping, trendy bar going* - two days?  No problem. 

Highlights included:
  • Me getting attacked by a Japanese toilet in a very fancy art gallery (I admit I shouldn't have pressed all those buttons)
  • Skipping the four-hour line to the French Expo Pavilion by flashing our Canadian passports and walking haughtily through the VIP entrance
  • Narrowly missing being lit on fire along with the bar at Bar Rouge - those bartenders are showy buggers

Thanks for the good times, Melissa!  Can't wait to hit the slots in Macau.  Just kidding, Grandma.



*Cute stuff in the mail to whoever can tell me where the heck I should put dashes in that sentence.


Oh haiii, Pearl Tower

Let the Expo shenanigans begin!  That's the China pavilion behind us.
*Sip* You were saying, Minister?  
Expo is culture-sensitive.
There is a Hershey's store.  And they have Reese's.  EEE!!!  *Wiping chocolate peanut butter off face*
Vino at Glamour Bar - a definite thighlight

2 comments:

cayliedawn said...

i would put an em dash (—) before "two days," like this: "...trendy bar going—two days?"

cayliedawn said...

and i would write:
"Art supply shopping, gallery browsing, Bund-strolling, Expo-adventuring, dignitary-meeting, fancy-dinner-eating, wine sipping, trendy-bar-going," although i can't tell you why...