The doctor was right. My voice was back 47 hours and 45 minutes after I took my first dose of antibiotics. So I had 2 celebrations...First, a funny-scratchy-voice sober celebration with coworkers on Wednesday. We went out for a "hot pot" dinner, which is a cross between fondu and shabu shabu. 8 of us sat around tossing all sorts of raw meat and veggies into a big steaming caldron of soup. Then we fished them out with chopsticks and slotted ladels. Absolutely delicious! And no one got food poisoning, which made us quite proud. My new friend Ben was the star chef of the night.
Then on Friday, I went for drinks at my favorite Irish pub on earth... PJ Murphy's, in Kowloon (the Hong Kong equilivant of Brooklyn). Since the pubs close early here, we had to move on just as the Investment Banker friends were getting out of work around midnight. One of them shares a birthday with me, so we certainly couldn't go home! There was more celebrating to be done in the quaint frat-party areas nearby. Went home late and happy.
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