Murder and Beer

This is what it looks like when a murderer pauses to sip his beer.

Beer can make murderers very happy. Thank you to Scott for being so photogenic. It was otherwise a perfectly normal night of marrow eating, of course.

Speaking of beer, Barry has been doing indoor cycling wearing spandex overalls. He only let me post this picture because it's blurry.

Anyway, this activity makes me wander around leisurely, sipping my beer in front of him. I tried to selfie this, but failed. Probably I needed a stick.

In other news, Singapore is putting the shade on top of us!

And back in Canada, there are delicious pancakes.

And poutine!

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A new home, with kitty, tripes and eggs

We have moved to the building beside Hello Kitty, who seems to be getting a bit wrinkled around the chin.

We had our youngest bar visitor, above, and he seems to have liked it.

The white floors aren't compatible with Barry's biking sometimes. And the leaking outer wall required the aliens to come to our window.

Normally, though, nothing hinders our view.

We live close to the harmony.

My new commute, by foot, involves the scenery below. I can get tripes and beumper crops for takeout.

By the way, taking pictures of Engrish can be challenging. This elevator in China had to specify no slapping and no pushing the buttons randomly, but it's hard to read due to my attempted discretion.

It is also hard to find the ideal use of long-screened Samsung photography. I suggest tall buildings:

Or Japanese rolled omelettes.

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Bowling in Strange Places

At our place, we now have a bar. Below is my excitement at its inauguration.

At our friend Scott's place, however, if you go to the half floor between 1 and B1, you reach the bowling alley floor!

To arrive there in style, drive your chromed porsche. 

When we got there, we tried to manage the rules - you have to sit on the right couch.

We negotiated to eat food, as long as there was no alcohol. I guess alcohol spills more than layered dip.

It's ok, because we cleaned it sanitorally afterwards.

Below is my bowling face of disappointment. I kept getting my fingers caught in the holes.

David is more of a screwball bowler.

And our host Scott is more of a ball zen bowler.

We learnt that if you wear a short lacy dress, it doesn't end well.

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