Quarantine

The title of this blog entry may imply that I took part in Beijing’s most glamourous Thanksgiving presentation of 2009. This, unfortunately, is not true. Despite being held at the Shangri-la’s prized hotel, the Kerry Centre, the Thanksgiving feast was a disappointment.

Instead of mashed potatoes, I ate soupy potatoes. In place of yams, I consumed undercooked diced sweet potatoes. Instead of stuffing, I ate a prawn.

The dessert, however, was a success, and my friends and I took part in devouring the greater portion of the buffet offerings.

And, of course, Thanksgiving has more to do with who you’re with than what you’re eating, so I must say that I was happy with who showed up to the event. If it were only the Americans, I wouldn’t have gone (I hate one out of the three of us). Thankfully, Bolette came and so did other friends from Spain, Canada, Kazakhstan, Turkey, China, and Thailand.

Finally, the night wouldn’t have been the same without the bottle of red wine I drank in the cab and the one that I imbibed at the dinner table.

Here  are the pictures in chronological order. Towards the end of the night, I couldn’t exactly breathe nor stand up straight.

Heading downtown with Bolette and Vicente

Alex, Yang, and Vicente in the Kerry Centre lobby

Just beginning

Our table

Done