the end is nigh
photos of the gifts from our bookstore friend:
i am disappointed they are so blurry. i think you can just make out the eyes, nose and ears of the tiny weasel. i realized when looking at these photos and talking to lis that her ocean bottle was actually tied with a rubber band at the top and that maybe, just maybe, our friend had no eyebrows. we were going to "forget" these items in our hotel lobby (the scene of the photos) as a sort of parting gift to our crappy hotel, but the doorman was watching:
i think lis eventually abandoned them in the door of the cab who took us to the airport.
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for those of you who are wondering, i leave shanghai sunday. it's very bittersweet, as i miss chris and my pets terribly, but i will also miss china and my adventures here. i will strangely miss the regal international hotel, laundry service and turn down service (which has allowed me to accumulate about 10 individually wrapped chocolates, which are placed on my bed at random). i will miss sharing "monopoly money," the fabric market and all its unrealized potential, and shopping for gifts for my family and friends. i will miss the office (though not the bathrooms) and molly, the traffic head—a small malaysian woman who dresses like she's 15 and just come from the gym. i will miss jason, whose energy fuels this office and every meeting he's in, and who has a knack for making me laugh and helping me spend all my money on fancy dinners and booze. i will miss the studio folks, none of whom speak much english. i will miss helen, the adorable but utterly clueless traffic girl. i will miss the house "auntie" who prepares breakfast for the office and shoves new and peculiar food at me with a sly grin. mostly, i will miss angel, the studio manager who has been a wonderful hostess and friend. i will miss warm wine and street dumplings. and last BUT NOT AT ALL LEAST, i will miss cab rides, standing my ground in the face of oncoming traffic and the look on lis's face when a full bus stops just short of her side of the cab.
i am disappointed they are so blurry. i think you can just make out the eyes, nose and ears of the tiny weasel. i realized when looking at these photos and talking to lis that her ocean bottle was actually tied with a rubber band at the top and that maybe, just maybe, our friend had no eyebrows. we were going to "forget" these items in our hotel lobby (the scene of the photos) as a sort of parting gift to our crappy hotel, but the doorman was watching:
i think lis eventually abandoned them in the door of the cab who took us to the airport.
___
for those of you who are wondering, i leave shanghai sunday. it's very bittersweet, as i miss chris and my pets terribly, but i will also miss china and my adventures here. i will strangely miss the regal international hotel, laundry service and turn down service (which has allowed me to accumulate about 10 individually wrapped chocolates, which are placed on my bed at random). i will miss sharing "monopoly money," the fabric market and all its unrealized potential, and shopping for gifts for my family and friends. i will miss the office (though not the bathrooms) and molly, the traffic head—a small malaysian woman who dresses like she's 15 and just come from the gym. i will miss jason, whose energy fuels this office and every meeting he's in, and who has a knack for making me laugh and helping me spend all my money on fancy dinners and booze. i will miss the studio folks, none of whom speak much english. i will miss helen, the adorable but utterly clueless traffic girl. i will miss the house "auntie" who prepares breakfast for the office and shoves new and peculiar food at me with a sly grin. mostly, i will miss angel, the studio manager who has been a wonderful hostess and friend. i will miss warm wine and street dumplings. and last BUT NOT AT ALL LEAST, i will miss cab rides, standing my ground in the face of oncoming traffic and the look on lis's face when a full bus stops just short of her side of the cab.
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