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At some point last night someone used the term “eat at the Y”, which I had never heard before, and which has been the source of many chuckles this morning.
My report to Mrs. Jackal (after thanking her for giving me special dispensation for the night and staying home with the little jackals) went something like this: “Had a great time. Nice folks, maybe mid 40s on average, but ages all over the map. Mostly owners I think. More lawyers than I expected. Not a group of people that would ever coalesce if the Internet didn’t exist.”
I have been mulling over the last bit, which is actually kind of interesting. If last night’s group didn’t already know each other and you put them in a face-to-face social setting with 100 other people (say, a weeklong conference or something like that), what is the likelihood that any meaningful portion of the same group would form a bond? In normal social setting things like age and appearance and relationship status push people into clusters. But here is a cluster that developed before anyone really knew any of these things about each other, and the result is what would ordinarily be quite an unusual mix of people. In a good way, of course.
Ay ya, I absolutely adore the Hong Kong police uniform, especially the green summer ones…they make even the geekiest guy look like Andy Lau.
On my first-ever visit to Hong Kong I was with a friend who got her bag pickpocketed in the Temple Street market. We “had” to go to Mongkok Police Station to report the loss. In that station I nearly died of happiness and swore to return.
But the f$%&ers in the HK police department got rid of those green uniforms a couple of years ago. Now the poor guys have to wear these ill-fitting blue polyester numbers made in China. Ewwww….
As I said to others last night, the expression on DIBS’ face when he saw WonTon was what I would expect to see from The Champettes if they thought they were going to Disneyland and we ended up at the dentist. Completely priceless.
This isn’t at all an insult to WonTon, who was very classy and articulate (in both English and Chinese); just the fact that she wasn’t in DIBS’ preferred demographic.
At some point last night someone used the term “eat at the Y”, which I had never heard before, and which has been the source of many chuckles this morning.
My report to Mrs. Jackal (after thanking her for giving me special dispensation for the night and staying home with the little jackals) went something like this: “Had a great time. Nice folks, maybe mid 40s on average, but ages all over the map. Mostly owners I think. More lawyers than I expected. Not a group of people that would ever coalesce if the Internet didn’t exist.”
I have been mulling over the last bit, which is actually kind of interesting. If last night’s group didn’t already know each other and you put them in a face-to-face social setting with 100 other people (say, a weeklong conference or something like that), what is the likelihood that any meaningful portion of the same group would form a bond? In normal social setting things like age and appearance and relationship status push people into clusters. But here is a cluster that developed before anyone really knew any of these things about each other, and the result is what would ordinarily be quite an unusual mix of people. In a good way, of course.
“he’d come over in his uniform???”
Nothing like a man in uniform, dave!
Ay ya, I absolutely adore the Hong Kong police uniform, especially the green summer ones…they make even the geekiest guy look like Andy Lau.
On my first-ever visit to Hong Kong I was with a friend who got her bag pickpocketed in the Temple Street market. We “had” to go to Mongkok Police Station to report the loss. In that station I nearly died of happiness and swore to return.
But the f$%&ers in the HK police department got rid of those green uniforms a couple of years ago. Now the poor guys have to wear these ill-fitting blue polyester numbers made in China. Ewwww….
And Anita, of course, is gone, too.
Not to change the subject from the Dionysian, hedonistic fun fest that was last night but here’s the official announcement:
CROWN HEIGHTS NORTH WALKING TOUR
THIS SUNDAY (day after tomorrow for those hung over)
2 PM
MEETING ON CORNER OF FULTON AND NOSTRAND, AT THE A TRAIN STOP, BY THE GOLDEN CRUST SHOP. We’ll wait for you until about 20 after, then we’re going.
TOUR WILL TAKE ABOUT 2 HOURS, WEAR COMFY SHOES.
WE’LL END AT AN EATING/DRINKING ESTABLISHMENT NEAR THE 3 TRAIN AT EASTERN PARKWAY AND NOSTRAND AVE, for those interested.
Email me at montrosemorris at yahoo dot com, for my cell phone #, in case you come late and want to catch up.
I’m looking forward to seeing everyone again, and if you’ve never been to Crown Heights, you’ll be pleasantly surprised at my beautiful community.
Amzi, next time you simply must rap with me!
As I said to others last night, the expression on DIBS’ face when he saw WonTon was what I would expect to see from The Champettes if they thought they were going to Disneyland and we ended up at the dentist. Completely priceless.
This isn’t at all an insult to WonTon, who was very classy and articulate (in both English and Chinese); just the fact that she wasn’t in DIBS’ preferred demographic.
Jester…you clocked Dave? You will now no doubt be the What’s favorite person on this board! What! Where are you! Give Jester some skittles, stat!
Cargar…you owe that thanks to Arkady…she made yours and Herki’s PLUSA crowns!
im in a Wendy’s for lunch mood today. they definitely have the best chili ever!
*rob*