I spent the weekend at Stanley in HK for the first time.  If you haven’t been there before, be sure to do so as soon as you get a chance.  On our first day I finally hit the beach and kicked about in the semi-open water for the first time since last August; my wife, friends and I followed with a few beers at a seaside mini-boardwalk for great atmosphere.  We ended the evening with a rooftop bbq of meats and an overabundance of vegetable kebabs.  Such a day was reliving my picaresque afternoons in Carlsbad; I was easily sold on this place, which made the morning that much more of a torture.

I don’t really sleep in anymore.  I’ll get up somewhere 6:30 every morning and it’s usually near impossible to get back to bed (unless it’s a work day, then all bets are off).  The sun was up, energy outside was promising, and everyone was fast asleep, nursing a food coma from the bbq.  So I did what any sane person in that situation would do: passive-aggressively make noise to “accidentally” wake others up.

It took three  FREAKING hours.

You know how many long yawns and fridge openings could fill three hours?  Not enough, apparently.