the boys are back!

when the american navy comes into town, temperatures rise in hong kong.

a couple of saturdays ago, my friend alice was waiting for a friend to join her for lunch in wanchai. she noticed three twenty sometimes who kept flicking their hair back, giggling loudly, talking about getting wild that night, etcetera. and they kept throwing looks in alice's direction. alice was a little thrown off by this. were the come hither comments (and they were) and flicking for her benefit? the girls moved tables, closer to alice, and alice began to really wonder if she was going to get an alternative proposition. alice, now that the girls were closer, could see that though it wasn't even 1pm on a saturday, that the girls were in full makeup gear, with plenty of concealer working overtime to cover the spots caused by eating plenty of crisps the night before, if their still swizzled breath was anything to go by.

one of the girls caught alice's eye in one of their increasingly frequent glances over.

"we're trying to get the attention of the marines over there" she said, gesturing to what had to be three freshly landed american marines. "i love it when the marines are in town. i don't have to try so hard."

is this is the sort of thing we admit?

heck, i went walking through wanchai the saturday night the marines were in town. i was simply walking and i was making friends and getting invites, to walk me to a taxi, even. i wasn't even trying, i was just walking. and i am 38!

so the boys were here and gone. they'll return in a few months, don't let that foundation run a rosy-beige waterfall from your softening chinline to your plate of chips, lovie.

but you know who is back? my geckoes! i saw them the other night when i turned on the light in the pantry in order to quiet the deafening FEED ME SEYMOUR going on in my stomach. (ritz bitz and blue cheese). and there they were. i think their names are mr tai chi and mr mahjong. but they're back!

i left out a few drops of sugar water for them. a sign on bonus, welcoming them home. it could either be a drink or a bath, depending on their day. i feel like a salonist....nathalie barney or gertrude stein even. offering rich, scintillating gatherings for geckoes, where food and drink is served and in return all they need to do is eat the mossies. and they can drop their little brown poos like cigar ash, and i will smile wantonly and not mind sweeping it up the next morning because you never clean up during a good party, unless you're clearing away drink bottles and replacing them will full ones.

i love my boys! i feel like knitting them those fingertip free mittens so they will stay longer in the autumn.

Comments

[Lowa]

All I can say to this one is that you are HYSTERICAL! LOL

LOVE IT!

[Dad aka gdad Blake]

Score one for the Geckoes!

Love to all.....dad

[Miss Conception]

How cute are you??? I ask you!

[Maureen aka Mo (Grandmother)]

LOVED the fingertip-free gloves!!

M xox

[sheilah]

When I lived in Florida you had geckoes all year round. I usually did my best to keep them out of the house though (short of hurting them). I know they eat bugs but I really didn't want them in my house.