On the weekend

Saturday after pole, I met my friend David at Dome for coffee and sandwiches.  I'm always starving after a workout and a big, hot meal is the most appealing thing ever.

This Saturday was very nostalgic - when I was a kid, I used to come to the Dome at the Art Museum with my parents and brothers.  It was an expensive meal for us, a special treat.  We always got foccacia sandwiches and I always went for the mushroom and cheese one, a hot, crispy semi-circle of oozing cheese and tender, savoury mushrooms.  The sandwich would come with a huge pile of shaved carrot on the side and I picked it up and added it to the sandwich for some crunch.

They're still serving the same sandwich, even though it's about $8 more expensive!  At least it still tastes the same.

Also nostalgic, the Zo cards we used to take piles of until they became covered with ugly advertisements.  I still have files of postcards that people wrote me back in school.

David practised the look of disdain that my brother HW and I used to give each other.  A pressed nose indicates disgust, a pressed nose with tongue, ultimate distaste.  Think about it.  There are just no words as eloquent.

Afterwards, we took a walk through Bugis Plus and I stopped by the Craftholic shop to look at the plush rabbit and bear pillows.  The funny, morose little creatures moved me and I poked David and asked him if I should buy one.  While he dithered, I spotted a grey and white striped bear that seemed to recede among the rainbow fabrics. 

"Hey what about that one?" I asked.

"That bear looks so sad!"  David protested.  "He looks like he's going through the holocaust!"

"What?!"  I was shocked.  "Well, if he's going through the holocaust, then I have to save him!"

And so I did.  Meet Moshe Shlomo Finkelstein.  He's huge!

Toldja!

EDIT, March 29th: David wanted to me to add that when we were in Craftholic, he expressed his disdain by flattening his nose with his third finger and I violently told him off for his rudeness.  Don't mess with a teacher!