So I made it to China. I haven’t had a chance to write because i’ve been so busy with work and checking out the city.
I really love it here.
I hope the novelty doesn’t wear off too fast.
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I flew on China Airlines from LAX to Taipei, and then to Hong Kong. The flight was a piece of cake. Ate dinner, read a book, watched a movie, had a scotch (Dewars, complimentary!) and then popped an Ativan and slept. Woke up, watched some shitty movie, ate breakfast and was in Taipei.
The flight from TPE to Hong Kong was short and less crowded and more rowdy with westerners.
I heard some chinese guy fart super loud on the LAX to TPE leg of the trip. It was a sleep ripper because he made no attempt to cover it up or shorten it’s duration. BWRRRRRRRRP.
Tonight I had a managers meeting at my new company and came back to my hotel and the place was buzzing with Hongers (Hong Kong residents) with golf clubs and Porsche Cayennes and sporty looking wives and girlfriends.
The player piano was being played by an actual man and the whole hotel smelled like oatmeal cookies.
If this isn’t great, what is? I thought to myself. Then my roomkey wouldn’t open my door, which sort of cut my moment short.
Last night I went to a bar called True Colors. I saw this dude across from me and it’s weird when you’re starving to speak english how you sort of size up potential friends at bars the way you might have sized up sexual partners in the past.
“Do you speak english?” I said
“Yep.” He said.
“Well, you better come join me.”
Afterwards we went to a place called U Bar which is 100RMB all you can drink. Thats about 10 bucks. I went to the bathroom and on the way back I didn’t see a step and went ass over teakettle and like slid on this marble floor. Luckily only two chinese employees of the bar saw me. My cup went flying across the floor. I scraped my arm.
The employees tried to help me up but I brushed them off indignantly like “Get your goddamn hands off of me”.
I had been dancing quite vigorously earlier and had also gotten a 2 hour massage so my legs were like jello and not seeing the step was the trifecta needed to make to take this nasty spill.
I told my new friend that I had eaten it on a hidden step and he said this:
“Haha. Welcome to China dude”.
I’m really liking China so far.
thats awesome man, drink some snake wine
omg i hope you come back alive
i will be fine i think. i had sort of a private meltdown today after i moved to my new place but i went and sang some karaoke and i feel a little better now.
btw, facebook is blocked here so i can see what you write on my wall (i get an email notification) but I can’t look at anything you post or visit the page.
it is for the good of the country that facebook is blocked because mark zuckerberg is a nerd.
haha I could picture the missing the step and sliding across the floor… oh god I laughed out loud with that one
I ran into Bjorn at an end-of-summer gathering a few weeks ago. I hadn’t seen him since a situation in Nice 2003 when Sylvie was watching our kids and then Bjorn’s wife, Busparone, made an indiscreet comment. On that visit, I had hoped to play some golf on the way back to Zürich too, but the four of us, with our seven combined sleeping kids in the lounges, ended up staying to see the sunrise . Bjorn had a photo of his grandmother and we talked about her first meeting with Busparone and how she smoked pot in the carport. Sylvie and I gave each other the arched eyebrow and I was thinking about Heidegger, and laughed. At about this instant, God intervened, and I was hit with 120,000,000 volts of pure white lightnin’. As I came to, pebbles landed around me like rain. That’s similar to what it’s like to travel to China, Andy, except that the pebbles…the pebbles..are RED.
I’ve been in China almost 2 years, and I love it here. If you’re anything like me, you’ll love it here too. Just a note, 100 RMB is closer to about $15 USD.