Tonight Matt and I were going to a community shabbat dinner. The dinner was in a tough location for tonight. We were coming from the central business district, and there was this small thing in between the CBD and our dinner. The F1. All of Singapore is all over the place for about a week for this damn F1. The track is right next to a bunch of offices, next to a mall or three, and blocks the way to...just about everything.
We decided that traffic going out of the city would be too much, so we thought to take the train outside of the CBD and take a taxi to the dinner from there. Once we got off the train, however, there were no taxis to be found, and traffic - even out there - was pretty much at a stand still. Well...we knew we just had to walk to the outdoor stadium, through it to the indoor stadium, then over a bridge and into their complex. No big deal. Well...in a normal place where you can walk where you need to walk it's no big deal. In Singapore...well...we couldn't figure it out. We walked around the outdoor stadium, there were few roads, lots of gates, and there is NO way to get across the damn road (this is a theme in my life here). We were standing on the corner of a road, literally with NO ideas of how to cross the road without walking a half mile out of the way, when two people from the community, Clarency and Kym, drove up on this RANDOM road, opened their door, and we jumped in. That was just crazy.
To add to an exciting evening, a huge man in our community fell during dinner. We were all having dinner, and suddenly there was a HUGE bang. The chair must have broken and then gone flying, and between that crash and the crash of him falling to the ground, it was loud, and it was really scary. Thank goodness everyone and everything (other than the chair) is okay. Took a while to get the heart rates back to normal.
To put an end to the wonderful evening...we can hear the damn F1 from our house. It's really loud.
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