Sunday in Hong Kong - part 2

I started my hotel stay as an elite member, compliments of my friend who has a friend within the hotel. The deal was elite service for the first week because it was the only room available and then regular service for remaining 2 weeks. I spent the first weekend enjoying 3-5pm “Tea Time” at the 11^th floor lounge. The following week I spent 2 days in China and I barely registered the transition - until this weekend. Suddenly I realized my roaming within the hotel is limited to pool area, lobby and 2 restaurants. In case you are wondering why I’m not out shopping – well I’ve had a very expensive year and I promised husband I would behave. I’ve only purchased 5 episodes of The Office, 3 Alan Jackson songs, one pedicure at Aveda and one belt (forgot one from home so was necessary). I’m also not out sightseeing as the last two weeks I’ve been tramping all over this city looking at office spaces, hotel spaces for upcoming toy fairs, options for company apartment, meeting vendors and walking all the fun spots for dinner and evening entertainment. I’m tired. I don’t want to walk around by myself. So I spent the entire day at the hotel, in pool area for 50% of the day. Tomorrow I plan to spend 75% of the day at pool as I’ve discovered pool side service. Apparently I can enjoy food, tea and an entire bevy of fun drinks. I have 3 books and plenty of The Office to watch on my iPod.

Sunday in Hong Kong - part 1

I’m currently stationed at a 5 star hotel in Hong Kong. I should feel grateful; there are worse places to be. However, I’ve been here for 2 weeks and I’m cranky and bored. I’ve already exhausted many night life options with my co-worker over the past 2 weeks and the lucky bastard just jetted off this morning leaving me with one week of follow ups left.

Tomorrow is a holiday in Hong Kong, which sucks because it is one more day of nothing to do. No one to interact with except the service staff and they are not really talkative – except for the other day when my co-worker stopped at the concierge desk to receive a package from one of our vendors. He pulled out a Barney Bubble Blower and suddenly the concierge lady got extremely animated and excitedly told us that Barney’s her daughter’s favorite. We continued onto the elevator where suddenly I realized I was holding a cartoon gun in front of an elevator full of people so I joked about holding them all hostage. Laughs all around as my co-worker began explaining the problems with the bubble can connection with the gun. The lady behind was so excited about the bubble gun that she made comments until I exited on the 8^th floor. What is the deal with women and Barney? Does Barney bring out maternal instincts? I’m assuming I am completely immune as I regard the product as a broken piece of junk that I need to address with the vendor on Tuesday.