In between dramatic episodes at work, there were some epic weekends. A couple in Hong Kong (One was titled "Girls Weekend... Aaaaaaand Pete" - we love Pete), which always makes for good times, and American Thanksgiving, which was more like a gathering of representatives from the United Nations over a barbeque grill that ended at a Karaoke bar in a room with red velvet chairs and fake rock walls. It was amazing. We had Americans, Brits, an Italian, a Russian, Canadians, and Southerners. Oh and lots of adult beverages. I made cornbread dressing (improvised, of course); while I thought it tasted off, everyone else loved it. Success!
Last weekend, we went to Lamma Island (out in Hong Kong) which is quite touristy but had delicious food and was very quiet because there are no cars on the island, literally. Much different from the hustle and bustle of Macau's polluted atmosphere. We spent the night on the beach in a quaint motel after an evening drinking wine out of paper cups on the beach - where I saw a star!!! - and getting bitten by mosquitoes, then shopped in Hong Kong the next day and Pete and I went to see a ukelele concert at Hong Kong Polytechnic College before trekking back to Macau. Epic. We had a blast.
I live for the weekends these days. My friends are starting to leave the show to go back to reality and it makes me sad. But these people are favorites and one day, we'll all get together to hang out in a random location that is thousands of miles and life times away from Macau and we will laugh about our misadventures and shared experiences. I love them for that. In the meantime, we'll have to take lots of pictures and make fools of ourselves more. Work is more bearable when you're laughing at yourself!
