Thank God I'm not a famous musician y'all or this would probably be my last year of existence, for this year, I have made it to 27. 27 has already started and will hopefully continue with a bang.
So, what have I accomplished in the 27 years in the wonderful world of Suz? Well, I'm super behind on the whole securing a house and having a solid upward transitioning career thing. While I'm having a crack at my life, I also did not get the memo that I should get hitched and reproduce sometime soon. If done right, I think both are amazing gifts from heaven, don't get me wrong I'm not bashing either phenomena. Sometimes, it baffles me that most societal processional norms have completely just flown like a cuckoo over my nest head without missing a beat. Where did that metaphor come from? Somewhere in the depths of the abyss that is my brain.
For example, while I lived in Paris, never was I ever like,"this is a bad idea living life like this. I should stop enjoying it so much and go have babies" and in NYC I never felt the urge to be all, "hey Wall Street sounds like fun, maybe I should pick up a day job there" it's only now in Asia that I'm sort of thinking," maybe I should pick up another degree in something?"
Anyways, you guys know, I feel like I've lived alot of lives over here. I try not to reveal this too often and definitely not in the presence of hottie mchottersons, but there are definitely nights I feel much older than I am. BUT there isn't a minute of it I would ever return for something else.
OK I am totally OFF my philosophical birthday soapbox. Let's party
Birthday lunch@ Artichoke Canteen. The view was from the 10th floor patio that overlooked an electric blue ocean and lovely green Lamma Island. The menu was completely veg, so I ordered the cheeseburger. Literally, it was a fat ass patty of really delicious cheese. I covered everything in Tabasco per usual, and had an espresso to wash it down. It was so smooth it had no after taste, and that's how you know it's quality. YUM
Coincidentally, my birthday fell on fashion week Hong Kong and a friend of mine had tickets. The style of the show was super clean and the bass was loud. It brought me back to the Parisian scene in an instant. I am in love with the walk, slightly intimidated of the cats.
On my way to stardom. Obvs. once again, camera phone not incredible. Forgive the photos.
It was such a rare, beautifully clear night that there was no other option than the star ferry for my next destination in TST at a bar I had been dying to try out for an eternity: Butler. Known for its incredibly intimate atmosphere, it only seats 20 people at a time. Its also staffed with thoroughly knowledgeable Japenese bar tenders who are dressed to the nines in white tuxes.
Butler did not fail to deliver on it's preceded reputation of greatness. There is something so inspiring about watching someone do what they truly are passionate about and this barman was not only passionate, but teetering on the edge of scientist with his mixing, whirling, twisting and spritzing. I should have tipped him just for the entertainment I received watching him prepare our drinks. You could order anything off the menu like it was any other day, but they encourage just putting your cocktail order in the hands of the master. All you have to know is what type of liquor you like, and then he goes to town on a personalized refreshment. I didn't regret it. Not once, not twice, not four times.
With my first drink I let my birthday be known and demanded something funky and fresh. Love indeed will always be funky, and always be fresh.
Chilled silver chalice anyone?
Oooo la la!
You guys know I had to try the old fashioned right? This one was pretty properly made with little spurts of flavor hiding behind and underneath the blocks of ice. I could mix it with my little silver spoon for a more amped up bitters and sugar flavor, or just drink as was. I chose to stir. My favorite part of the making of this drink was when the bar tender squeezed an orange peel near the old fashioned. Fancy no?
With such a good start, I don't see how 27 could go wrong...well...obviously I'm being optimistic, because let's be real, there are so many tragedies I could potentially step into at any point in life, not just 27, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I mean, there are days when I forget traffic goes the opposite direction here and have definitely almost been smashed by multiple vehicles just in one day. This is a dog eat dog city people, you have got to watch where you are going at all times. Happy Birthday to me!!
**Oh and one more birthday celebration before I go: I have an incredibly crotchety old man of a student at work that probably drinks metamucil instead of chocolate milk. I work so hard to get him to smile every day and the rejection is straight up painful. For his warm up I made him write me a birthday note, and what he wrote kind of made me tear up:
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