I'm coming home!
Today was a fun, solo day in Singapore, the town that litter forgot.
Note to Gavin: nary a hobo here. FYI.
After my mani/pedi with Susan/Josephine, I enjoyed the urban mall that is Singapore before meeting the family for high tea. I've spent the past eternity penning Wednesday's Culture Blog, so check in with SFGate around noon, if you're so inclined. I'll be landing right about then!
Anyway, dinner with the folks and Al tonight and then we leave the hotel at 5am.
Yeah.
5am.
Our Spotswood Family Thanksgiving Southeast Asian Tour is officially over.
Anyway, you rock for reading. I'll see you back in hobo town.
Love, Spots...
PS: I take it back. I'm not done. We've just had the most fabulous family last night in Asia together, drooling over the food at (if you're ever in the neighborhood) Cilantro and marveling at our adventures. Alex and I chose to end our evening with a few sibling drinks at the bar.
Alex was, like many of you have been, subjected to my "Let's meet a stranger!"
Which is why we now love Johnas.
One of the things I love about travel is that when you strike up a bar conversation with the guy next to you, he's not in town from Lodi, unloading some low-end fake Sears siding onto a middle man. He's a Swede living in Hong Kong who, after spending two drinks with us, remarked, "Ah, I love San Francisco. I was there in '95 when I was in university. We went to a place called...I think it was...Centerfolds."
Oh my god, Johnas, aside from the dip, I adore you...
4 comments:
hey spot, why did you feel the need to return?
Jerry: She only stays for Gavin. That means we only have her for the next four years before she goes trotting off the D.C. or Sacramento to be close to her dirty little un-secret.
I dated a guy in college that chewed tobacco. If he brushed his teeth often - which he did - I really couldn't tell unless I actually saw him do it.
Also, it will not shock you entirely, as you are privy to my hick background, but I have had a few too many vodka crans and taken a dip more than once from one of my hick guy friends when I was in high school. It wasn't that bad...
Becky, White Zin is one thing. Dating a dipper is entirely another. We`ll discuss over Gibsons upon my return.
PS. I`m writing from the fancy lounge at Tokyo Narita Airport, where the booze flows freely and internet is gratis, although dicey to navigate.
濃い核リラ費意図基地費に身ゅちもら並木らかくいすとょ
I`ll be home in 12 hours, Allah willing, and look forward to seeing you all. Loves you.
PPS. Alex is drinking straight Scotch because he has a 12 hour flight and wants to pass out (after the Simpsons movie). He loves you too...
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