I've just emerged from one of those blissful week ends, where you end up falling asleep with a smile of contentment on your lips. And then 30 mins after you fall into a super deep sleep your friend C rings your phone and you forgot to put it on silent so it wakes you in that deep sleep stage:
- DRIIIIIING (that was the phone ringing)
- Evie: "Ghhaarrghhhaaah?"
- C: "Evie? Darn! Did I wake you up?"
- Evie, struggling to wake up and say something meaningful: "Why are the snowflakes so red in the snakey pie?"
- C: "Eeeeerm, ok, sorry for waking you up, speak to you tomorrow"
- Evie: "Ok, please put the toast back in the oven ok?"
- C: "Oooookkaaayyy".
I like to go out on Friday nights because it leaves you two days to recover, and even though initially it's a bit hard to drag yourself out after a day of work, in the end it's after another long day that you really appreciate going out painting the town red. And that is what I did, to celebrate the birthday of a friend.
Saturday, instead of my usual "wwwwooorrffff I am too tired" I put my hiking shoes, no, Jesus-type-sandals and hit the hills of Lantau for a power hike. Nothing better to clear the lungs and head from a hungover, though also nothing better to zonk you out. Hence Saturday night I went to bed early (for a Saturday) and slept like a baby.
Sunday I headed out to the beach. I love this city, in 30 mins you can get to one super easily. There I visited some friends who just had a baby, and marvelled at how this bump I had been getting used to seeing on my friend's belly had now become a really cute little baby. Ah the cycle of life, blahblahblah.
And now, am getting ready for the holiday of a lifetime, am hitting the craziness of Tokyo and Kyoto in a few days, part travelling or staying with friends, part exploring solo. And my feet are already itching to get on the road..