A Night at the Symphony
A few weeks ago, Rose and I went out for an evening at the Singapore symphony. It was the Disney orchestra, where they have singers and a symphony performing songs from all the Disney movies, with images in the background and a cool light show. If you ever get the chance, it's totally worth it. We both loved it.
Rose in the Brig
We got stopped at immigration. Rose had been in the country 91 days, instead of the allowed 90. Now, Rose's mom is Malaysian. Rose has a right to a Long Term Social Visit Pass, or a Family Visa. When we tried to get one, they asked for a 5000 rm bribe to process the application. That's the only reason she doesn't have one in the first place. We spent an hour in the detention center.
Food Nation
Singapore's food is pricey. It's some of the most expensive in the world. It's worth it. Rose geetting down with some fresh-squeezed orange juice, miso soup, and Japanese curry chicken.
Manimals
If you want to see the worst of human behavior, go through the motorcycle line at the Singapore / Malaysia border around rush hour. It's inhuman. It was bad in 2012, and it's gotten much, much worse. It's a glimpse at humanity's taint. So, we came early and had hours to kill. We wandered around the Star Centre people watching, window shopping, and eating and drinking.
Best Mocktail Ever
At a really nice German restaurant / bar, Rose had the best mocktail ever. Muddled strawberries and herbs, and some other ingredients. It was like a a summer day in a glass.
The Past Me
The cutest goddamn thing Rose has ever said.We're in the Star Theatre, reveling in the people-watching. Singaporeans are a boorish, poorly behaved people. Sorry if I offend anybody, but, honestly, the fans at American Baseball matches are better behaved than the audience at the Singporean Symphony. They all ignore the cell phone rule; I'd say half the audience had the phones on at least half the time. When they looked up from the phone, as often as not it was to speak loudly to their neighbors, not to watch the show. Over half the crowd brought in food in plastic bags that they shared loudly. You can't go an hour without eating!!??!!
Anyway, while Rose and I are watching this, I notice her dress. It's one of my favorite dresses of hers. It's a long, tight, black dress with spaghetti straps and a simple red flower as the only decoration.
I'm looking at it, and I notice, there's a slit in it. She's cut a thigh-high slit in the dress.
She notices me looking at it and tries to cover it up. Too late. Busted.
When I ask her about it, she says: "Papa, you can't get mad at me. OK? You can't get mad at me, this Rose. If you want to get made at somebody, you have to get mat at the Past Me. This was the Past Rose that did this. She was in Absarokee, and she was playing Project Runway. So the Now Me didn't do this, the Past Me did this."
How do you argue with this? You don't. It's an unassailably cute argument.