“Are you sure you don’t want me to pack your beige pants?”
The apartment in Chiang Mai was a mess in preparation for our upcoming trip to Hong Kong and I was yet again trying to convince Sam that it might just be a good idea to pack something aside from that neon green shirt from Melaka’s Orangutan House and a pair of shorts that belonged on the beaches of Phuket.
“When am I ever going to wear pants in Hong Kong?” he retorted.
“On plenty of occasions,” I thought in my head, “you needed them for that conference last month, and that time we went to the travel awards ceremony, and the time we checked in at that nice hotel in the city,” but there was simply no convincing him.
The pants got left behind.
Fast forward a few weeks later to our arrival in Hong Kong, and what do you know, we were invited out to lunch for a work related project. I clearly scanned the invitation too quickly because all I picked up was that we’d be having dim sum with a PR representative in Tsim Sha Tsui. I had been eating dim sum all week, so to me it sounded like a pretty casual affair. I pictured a small hole in the wall joint with steaming bamboo baskets and a steady stream of waiters rushing back and forth with sweat on their brows as they tried to feed the frenzy. Isn’t that what all dim sum restaurants are like?
What I failed to note was that this particular dim sum restaurant was located in the Ritz-Carlton Hotel; only one of the glitziest spots for the rich and famous. The hotel takes up floors 102-118 in the International Commerce Centre on the Kowloon Peninsula, making it the highest hotel in the world. If that doesn’t scream glamour, I don’t know what does! Of course, we didn’t know so at the time. Boy were we in for a surprise…
It wasn’t until we began walking towards the International Commerce Centre that we realized this was a more lavish affair than we had prepared for. Men in ties and business suits were shaking hands and closing deals while women looked ever so elegant in their monochrome dresses and sharp heels. We were not dressed for this.
As a girl, it’s a bit easier to go from casual to smart – put your hair down, adjust a scarf, throw on a little lipstick – but for a guy, there isn’t a whole lot you can work with. I was able to get by with the silk blouse, summer trousers, and leather sandals I was wearing, but Sam on the other hand, was sporting brown surf board shorts and a pair of yellow plastic sandals that would have been ideal for a day of caving in Laos.
HOLY CRAPIOLI! What were we going to do?!
Turning around and ditching the meal seemed like a pretty good option, but we couldn’t just not show. I could hardly contain my nervous laughter as we went up the escalator and then rode the elevator to the hotel’s entrance. We clearly looked out of place, but what can you do when you’ve come this far except work with what you’ve got? Right?!
Please don’t be fancy, please don’t be fancy, please don’t be fancy. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? Once we reached the Ritz-Carlton we discovered that we would be dining at Tin Lung Heen, only one of Hong Kong’s award-winning restaurants with two Michelin stars to its name. You don’t know how badly I wanted to pull a Frodo and just disappear, but there was no escaping this.
We walked towards the restaurant where the Maître D’ looked us up an down thinking we were two lost puppies who had clearly wandered off in the wrong direction. After giving him our names – yes, to his dismay we were on the guest list! – he brought us around to the restaurant where I had to scoop up my jaw and mop the drool off the shimmering floors.
Floor to ceiling windows ran the length of the restaurant giving you those postcard-perfect views of Victoria Harbour speckled with junk boats and red sails. The furniture seemed to be upholstered in silk, and there were tiered chandeliers with tassels hanging from the ceiling. This was the epitome of elegance.
We were lead to a table to wait for our host and I started to feel a bit of relief. The sooner we sat down, the sooner everyone in the restaurant could forget about the fact that Sam was in surf shots and rubber sandals. Except no one forgot…especially not the Maître D’.
Just a few moments after we had settled into our chairs and attempted to hide our shame, the same man who took our names returned with a bag in hand. He whispered something into Sam’s ear and then escorted him to the bathrooms. You guessed it. He was politely asked to change into something a little more suitable for lunch at the Ritz-Carlton.
You’d think this would have solved our problems, but the fact is, it only made them worse. One of the nice things about travelling with Sam in Asia is that at 6’1 he’s a towering giant. If his red hair didn’t make it easy enough for me to spot him in the distance, the fact that his head bobs above the crowds sure does the trick. Now imagine dressing someone that size. You’re pretty much looking at an SNL comedy sketch.
When Sam returned from the bathroom my face turned beet red and I had to look away to try and contain the laughter. It was the worst fashion crime I have ever seen!
Here he was wearing black slacks that sat about 3 inches above his ankles, and since the pants wouldn’t close around his waist, he had a half-zipped crotch he was trying to hide with his polo shirt. To make matters worse, they had forced him to change out of his sandals, which meant he was sporting black leather shoes that were a couple of sizes too small, making his feet look like little boiled sausages about to burst.
I was holding back tears of laughter at this point! Oh, and did I mention the PR girl had already arrived. Yes, she was sitting to my left watching this whole scene unfold, and her first impression of Sam was that of a waddling penguin whose pants were just about ready to slide down. Not a good way to start.
The next hour was the biggest test in keeping a poker face. I tried to fill the table with pleasant chit-chat about trends in tourism and travel in Hong Kong, but every time I looked in Sam’s direction I could feel this howl of laughter rising up inside of me. I had to suppress a few snorts and turn them into coughs several times during the meal, which made it seem like I kept choking on dim sum, but in the end we survived lunch.
I’m telling you, the handshakes and goodbyes couldn’t come soon enough. We pretty much sprinted out of there as quickly as we could trying not to topple over with laughter, and then we lost ourselves in the crowds of Hong Kongers in the streets below.
Needless to say, I always read invitations a little more carefully now, and most importantly, Sam always travels with a pair of trousers stashed in his backpack wherever he goes. Wifey makes sure to sneak them in even if he insists they won’t be necessary!
A big thanks to my husband for being a good sport and letting me share this rather embarrassing story. 😉
I also never use to travel with pants! But I love to pack light so my compremise has been the zip offs that turn into shorts they are not the nicest pants but do better then my other clothes! Travel safe guys!
That sounds like a good compromise, plus it would be a great piece of clothing to transition from warm to cold weather. Haha, this could be just the answer to Sam’s packing woes. 😉
I’m gutted you didn’t share photos…but I guess you were too busy trying to hold back the laughter 😉
I just wanted the moment to end! It didn’t even occur to me to snap a photo…although that would have made for the best souvenir ever! The leading photo is from a smaller and more casual dim sum restaurant we visited during our time in Hong Kong, but Sam looks just as startled as when he was asked to go change, so I thought it worked. 😉
Great Little Abner story 🙂
Hehe, never a dull moment with this one!
Hilarious! This is something I can see happening to me. I would have rushed to H&M– I’ve had to do this more than once.
I wish an H&M would have magically appeared before us!
Hahaha brilliant – proof that women always know best 😉
Haha, I’ve turned into the packing police ever since that incident.
Haha poor Sam! The outfit they made him change into does sound pretty hilarious, though! Kudos to you for keeping a straight face throughout the whole debacle 😉
Yup, he might as well have been wearing a clown suit! 😉
I love this so much hahaha I could definitely see this happening with my boyfriend.
It’s not a bad idea to sneak in one smart-casual outfit next time you guys go on a trip. 😉
Oh the embarrassment all around in this story makes me cringe! Haha my boyfriend is the exact opposite, he’s always the best dressed in the room, and I’m the one looking like a slob next to him. What years of living in France will do to you 😉
Sounds like I need to send Sam off to Paris for a few months of training. 😉
I always take a pair of dress slacks & a dress shirt with me on my trips to S/E Asia. An expat friend living in Vietnam, explained to me that boys under 16 can wear short pants; but men wear long pants. My friend made me change into long pants, before we went pubbing to the Saigon expat bars. I saw only 1 expat wearing shorts in the entire evening. I lived in a Thai village for 3 years with a Thai GF. She always insisted I wear long pants when we went to a village party in the evening. All the Thai men wore long pants; except when working in the fields. Over the past 8 years; I have noticed that more Thai men wear short pants; especially in the big tourist areas & on some of the lesser golf courses. Most Thai’s wear long pants on the high end golf courses.. I always tell young tourists that Thai’s don’t like scruffy looking Ferangs. Beards & dreadlocks look stupid in Thailand; but young guys generally don’t care. The trick of course is to do what the locals do. You seldom go wrong with that.
haha, oh I had to giggle as I read through your post!! Be prepared for the unexpected huh! We tend to always take one semi-dressup sorta outfit with on our travels, just for incase.
Oh my goodness, this gave me a great laugh! You described it to a T, I felt like I was right there with you two! Sam’s a good sport for letting your share this and you’re a good wife for looking out for him from here on out. Happy adventures, you two!