by Kitty Yip Kee Wah
It's me again. Kitty. Me. I've been being wined and dined by a new suitor, the first in a while actually. So far he comes up to my standards, which have been much lowered, I must admit, since I came here from HK. He took me for dinner at Dorsia, a new upscale restaurant housed in a purpose-built geodesic flute closer to Wangfujing than is really comfortable. You could tell it was trendy, because the entire menu was written in the future tense.
I had the mushroom and herb mash au Londres with the chef's special sauce vinaigrette and a side order of culottes Allemandes lightly dusted with zest of plover, while my date had the sole fillet with zinc sauce. To drink, we just went for the house red, which came in a de-labelled bottle and tasted surprisingly like Great Wall, but there's no way it could have been as it simply cost far too much.
After that, we went on to a club, where I was stumbled into by none other than Angel Chu, who attempted to give me a motorised fairy wand that lit up when you pressed the massive pink button on its side, and then collapsed unconscious in the lobby. I'm not sure what happened after that, but apparently she's OK. Evidence from eyewitnesses, plus the evidence of her handbag contents, seems to indicate that for some reason Angel administered Rohypnol to herself. Curious.
Not sure how it'll go with the guy I went on the date with, though. He's nice enough. He doesn't own a Jetta of which he's inordinately proud, nor does he live with his mother, so things are looking OK there. Time will tell. Time will tell.