In New York, I felt eternally young, while in Hong Kong sometimes I feel like I'm all grown up. Maybe that's because I was 29 and single for much of my time in New York, while in Hong Kong I'm a married woman who gets her hair done regularly and hosts small, yet entertaining dinner parties. Yawn.
Just as I was starting to feel particularly desperate housewifey, I was saved by the Nasser concert. Who's Nasser? No idea. Some random French electo-pop group from Marseille who I'd never heard of before. But the concert poster showed them looking sufficiently wild, sweaty and keen on lasers, that there didn't seem much to lose. The notification that the concert was going to be held in an old factory somewhere in the depths of Kowloon only added to the appeal.
We arrived at the concert to find we were literally 15 years older than everyone in the audience. And boy were they having fun. Girls were kissing boys who were kissing girls who had their hands up skirts and chain smoking and posing and jumping off the stage. And this was before the show.
Just as I was starting to feel particularly desperate housewifey, I was saved by the Nasser concert. Who's Nasser? No idea. Some random French electo-pop group from Marseille who I'd never heard of before. But the concert poster showed them looking sufficiently wild, sweaty and keen on lasers, that there didn't seem much to lose. The notification that the concert was going to be held in an old factory somewhere in the depths of Kowloon only added to the appeal.
We arrived at the concert to find we were literally 15 years older than everyone in the audience. And boy were they having fun. Girls were kissing boys who were kissing girls who had their hands up skirts and chain smoking and posing and jumping off the stage. And this was before the show.
And then Nasser arrived, and the crowd went wild. And we danced and jumped and drunk out of beer cans we'd had to bring in from 7-Eleven
And then the lights changed colour and more people jumped and sang and sweated as the A/C machines stopped working and the keyboard player took his shirt off
And then we traipsed back to Tai Hang for dinner.
Refreshed and ready for civilized life again
Get pregnant and you know what it's like to feel old. Funnily, I get this unbearable itch to go out when pregnant. I want to go to nightclubs and feel the blazing beet around my ankles. The problem is, by the time the party gets started, I am fast asleep.
ReplyDeleteGet pregnant and you know what it's like to feel old. Funnily, I get this unbearable itch to go out when pregnant. I want to go to nightclubs and feel the blazing beet around my ankles. The problem is, by the time the party gets started, I am fast asleep.
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