Something that happened in the last month while I haven't been posting is that Raj and I went to Hong Kong and Macau for Presidents Day weekend. Probably I'll write some stuff about the actual trip at some point, but I think we can all agree that this is the highlight, blog-material-wise.
We'd been sleeping in every day, but the day we came home, we had to get up at 5:45. We took a taxi to the Macau ferry terminal, a ferry to Kowloon, a bus to the Airport Express station, a train to the airport, and were on a bus from the gate to our plane, over five hours later when I finally looked down and made the discovery that led to this conversation.
Me: Fun fact: my tank top is backward *and* inside out.
Raj: Nicely done.
Me: You're a lucky man.
I don't think he ever forgets this, but I like to make extra sure at moments like this one.
Why let pre-coffee ineptitude cause you to make just one shirt-putting-on error? Go big or go home is what I always say.
I'm pulling the purple shirt down there so you can see the printed-on tag info. Also the better to make taking a selfie of my chest even more awkward for the many passengers crammed in the bus around me. And for Raj, one assumes. That lucky duck.