Sleep in

This Saturday I woke up late. Still tired. I went directly into, turned off the noisy jets, and almost fell asleep again. At eleven, I was in the sauna, telling myself I should be less tired.

The night before, was the night of our office mid-winter dinner. A much anticipated social event, that mirrors European christmas dinners. It started early, like any end of month Friday, with drinks and snacks in Aphrodite (the name of our office kitchen makes a lot of sense to us).

Around seven we were picked up by a couple of big cabs and driven to a fancy restaurant on the North Shore called Eight Two. Here we met up again in the lobby to socialise over a glass of champagne. We had an excellent three course menu. My choices were the raw marinated kingfish starter, John Dory in white sauce as main and an olive oil cake for desert. Yum.

When the restaurant closed, there were cabs waiting to take us back into the city. They dropped us off at a bar near the office and that's how it got late...

Street Eats festival
Luckily, I didn't get much time to feel sorry for myself. Sin Yat asked me to join him for the Steet Eats festival around lunchtime and my stomach instantly agreed. Good thing it did, because Street Eats turned out to be a really cool event.

A lot of restaurants had sent their chefs to show off their street food skills and the place was packed with people wanting a taste.

Some people sat down, but most walked around
with their street food

Tiny kitchens, grand food

Sin Yat lends a hand at the Joiy stand,
he is on the board as an investor

The title

May also refer to being embarrassingly late Monday morning, but let's not talk about that...