Poshdeluxe

this past weekend, i headed over to houston with kc, josh, meredith and
hilary for jessica beck’s fabulous birthday/xmas bash and to celebrate
the fact that i am:

DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL!

for the semester, that is. but still! WOOO!

on saturday, josh, kc and i went to chinatown to enjoy *delicious*
dumplings with winston and eden, then we entered the wacky world that
is the hong kong city market. i think i saw two other white people
there… which is one of the things i miss the most about houston.
diversiTAH!

anyhoo, on the way inside, we met a cousin of my car: fishmonger thomas!

fishmonger thomas really, really lurves fish. he wants you to know. by
the way, that’s fish. not phish. in case you were wondering. and i’m
glad that my thomas prefers cookies. they smell a hell of a lot better than fish. or hippies.

so, the best part of the hong kong city market (and that might actually
not be the proper name… my memory is terrible) is the supermarket
inside. oh and the bubble tea.

yuuuuummy bubble tea. you are so sweet & tasty and the little
tapioca balls are so chewy and oh yum and i also luuuurve the big
straws!

where was i?

oh yes, the grocery store. so, this place is ca-razy. and it smells a
little strange. and it’s full of delicious asian food, like sesame
balls and red bean cakes. and also not so delicious things, like the
tuna-flavored hard candy that kc bought for her brother.

GROSSSSSSSS.

basically, it’s a haven for “engrish”, like this:

josh and i weren’t sure what joss cups are really for, but we disobeyed
the sign and attempted to “OPEN” them. but they don’t really… “OPEN”
or anything. so i don’t know what’s up with that. maybe joss means
crappy. or broken. or stupid american.

also these little plastic bears really freaked us out. i mean, the idea
of of an animal being chock-full of worms doesn’t exactly make my
tastebuds tingle… even pastel-colored ones.

i lurve how the bear on the top left looks totally looney tunes, like
the worms have eaten his entire brain. la la la! i’ve got worms! la la
la!

we had an absolute FIELD DAY in the candy aisle. these pictures aren’t the best, but i’ll try to transcribe:

“pay attention, the brad-new taste is popular. the dainty cyclone is coming.”

dainty cyclone might make a cute band name, btw.

oh man this one is great. although i can’t quite read most of it, my favorite part is clear:

“… color so alluring and taste and aroma so gentle and mellow offer admiring feelings of a graceful lady.”

basically, i think they’re trying to say that this candy is better than sex. which is entirely possible.

later, we enjoyed the spectacle of spec’s (ha… sorry, i can’t help
myself), and matt bought us all peppermint sticks that reduced us to
little, slobbery children.

see how precious?! candy candy candy pants!

after a FANTASTIC dinner at matt’s apartment, i basically forced our
entire group to drive around and look at all of the fabulous xmas
lights in river oaks. because i am totally gay about xmas.

my goal each year is to find this horrifically huge and hideous angel
that one rich family proudly puts on display cos, well, they’re rich
and they don’t care. if they want to put up an ugly ass angel for the
poor folk to enjoy, well, they fucking will!

i never remember where this angel is located, but i manage to find it
every year. it, like, calls to me with its creepy angel song.

here it is:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

notice: this thing is like two stories tall. i got out to take a
picture of it (for xanga, of course), and i noticed another guy getting
out to take a picture too. but i don’t think he was joking. and then
ray shot me with his new ninja gun (thank you, jessica) and i was sort
of afraid that the angel of xmas/death would come to life and kill us
both with fiery holiday wrath.

but it didn’t. because christmas is a time for hope and giving.