work has slowly eaten away at my weekends. when i fly to asia, i fly on saturday morning to land sunday and work monday. when i fly domestic i fly saturday morning to arrive saturday evening for the first meeting/dinner of the week. ugh. so of course, it's become a ritual to get absolutely blasted the night before a 7am flight. it's also a ritual for tom fong to drive me to the airport. thank you sir.
"hi gina, lets grab HH."
"ok u're coming to dinner with us."
"i'll go if dz goes."
"done"
yes gina - my bromance with ur man makes ur relationship stronger. FACT.
YUBA IS GOOOOD! but the oysters are not as big and creamy as i remember it.
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