For the second time, I am not a drunk, despite what you are about to read.
The last month of my stay in Shanghai was, as expected, a surreal one; made more by how my friends and I dealt with it.
Just as in the families we have been brought up, my Shanghai one gathered around food. The never-ending feast used as the Chinese proxy for eternally binding ties. The bigger the feast, the less there would need to be said. It is amazing how, if we ever needed to fill out a survey, we would all be considered modern, progressive and expressive women who speak our minds. But in a situation like this one, we unanimously chose to take the silent route.
The closest we came to talking about it was : We don't have to say lah, huh?. Yes, Kerlie Teo, you don't have to say.
Somewhere along the way, we decided the sobering fact sat better with prosecco. It quickly became the drink of choice before, during and after food. We went to restaurants that had it in stock, we hunted them down and carted them home. That was how it began and it was the last drink I had before heading off to the airport.
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| Some of the places we had pictures of...Prosecco at Casa Changshu. |
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| Prosecco at Ginger. |
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| Prosecco at URBN. |
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| A week's worth, only the ones we had at home. |
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| ...towards the end. Lots more were drunkenly left behind. |
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| This one was for you. |
