Funday

My colleague was volunteering at the Rugby Sevens all weekend and I was left to cover all shifts at work. With both Saturday and Sunday marred by several hours of work in the middle of each day, my weekend was looking pretty sad.

That's when I had a genius idea, reminiscent of Homer Simpson's creation of a meal between breakfast and brunch. I would adjust my sleeping hours to create an extra weekend day. For lack of a better word (any suggestions?) I decided to call it 'Funday'.

Both Saturday and Sunday had to be trimmed down to squeeze Funday in. Saturday finished at 6pm when I went to bed for several hours sleep. I then woke up on Funday morning and I had a shower, got dressed, eat a pear and practiced a new dance move from 'Samundar mein nahake' (having bathed in the ocean...), a video clip that I had seen while eating dinner in a Nepali restaurant the night before.

Preparation finished, I rushed to Causeway Bay to do some shopping before everything closed. On Funday, most shops are only open for several hours in the morning. Unfortunately I had just passed through the Jordan MTR turnstile when I noticed I was wearing my oldest pair of shoes. These wouldn't do for Funday and I rushed back home to change.

From Causeway Bay I headed to Central where I went to a friend's art gallery and then out for a drink (lime soda - alcohol would have been inappropriate so early in the day anyway). I then realised that I hadn't taken any breakfast and went to Tsui Wah for wonton noodles.

On the strength of the wontons, I danced until Funday evening at Pp. I feel like a regular there despite making only two recent appearances. I then went back to Jordan and had dinner in the 24 hour Nepali restaurant. For my benefit, the boss put on the VCD of 'Dhoom' (smoke/exhaust/excitement), the Hindi version of 'The Fast and the Furious'.

A sozzled customer complained about Dhoom and demanded the return of a singer that he called 'Nepali Bon Jovi'. After I gave in and agreed to his insistence that Nepali music is better than Hindi music, he made a very generous offer in Nepali that required a little translation 'Visit the bar where I work anytime and I will give you drinks until you pee'. I'm yet to find out if this is a standard Nepali saying.

He then apologised again for changing the music. 'After all' he complained, 'I don't even understand what "dhoom macha le" is anyway'. 'No problem' I said, 'You are making dhoom enough anyway', gesturing to his cigarette. Everyone giggled and I got that tingle that only comes from making a joke in another language.

It was too late to explain why 'dhoom macha le' is a clever song name. I finished my fried rice and went home to bed.