Do not adjust your monitor. This is the size of my head.
Hubs also went dressed as Tina Fey.
Here's the menu if you're interested. Only the first dish was good because we were starving.
This is real sharks fin. The politically incorrect oblivious waiter made a big show of putting in real sharks fin into the soup. He's lucky the anti-sharks fin activists weren't on the guests list. Hubs made a weak attempt to raise some anti-sharks fin sentiments.
This is Herbal Braised Duck with Sea Cucumber. Two things wrong with this dish. First - anything herbal is a punishment. This is a wedding dinner, no? Second - anyone else thinks this looks like a foetus from Alien 3?
I usually don't like to attend anything where I don't know anyone. But it was worth it especially for my kids because they got to see their grandma intoxicated.
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Last night hubs and I had to take paracetamols to ward off the MSG induced headaches. It worked because this morning we woke up fit and raring to go.
I went dressed as a dalmatian. Hung on my wrist is my jogging pouch for the little essentials - phone, transport card and $20 in case I need to take a taxi home. I wore my old New Balance running shoes because it rained before the flag off.
Hubs went dressed as a Belgian Shepherd. (He's pretending to run here)
I was disappointed none of the VIPs who did the flag-off ran or walked with us.
Hubs did the 6km run which was flagged off earlier.
When it was time for my flag-off, I made sure to stand right in front of the starting point. There were thousands of people and I didn't want to be squeezed. Mr Tharman, the Deputy Prime Minister came to shake the hands of those who were in front. Yes, he shook my hands too and mumbled something which I couldn't hear. I imagine he said: "Cool outfit."
Once the horns sounded, I took off running like a hound dog. I wanted to break away from the pack. I was with a bunch of maybe 10 people. But later I couldn't keep up my pace and soon the fitter ones overtook me. Halfway, I discovered my shoes had problems. It felt like it was breaking apart. Hubs had expressed some concern when I told him I was wearing an old pair of shoes.
I was lucky that despite my shoe breaking, I was able to complete the run. The last leg of the run was difficult because the slow runners from the previous races were fighting for room. Once I spotted the Finish Line 100 metres away, I ran like crazy even though there's no prize for my category. I think I finished 3km in 10 to 15min.
I look super scary after a run. (this is the least scary photo of myself I could find) My face was RED. I could feel my face on fire. You could cook an egg on it.
After taking a good 2 hour nap, my face finally looked human again. See you.