February 25th: return to the sheep place
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 162
Woke, wrote, taught. I finally got some new responses to the "five things you did on holiday" question, but it was "eat so many snacks." Catherine, in the last class, even went so far as to give examples for her response: "I ate many delicious sweets such as this (handed me a lolli) and listening to beautiful music such as 'Yesterday Once More.'" Adorable.
After classes, I rode up to the music store and bought a pipa string for Jeni to replace the one I broke. Then I ran through my song catalogue in an upstairs practice room. It was dark by the time I finished. I stopped by Dongzhou, rallied the troops to go back to the "sheep place" restaurant with the la zi ji ding (spicy chicken pieces with pepper adornment). Matt and Erin joined us, having gotten their Nantong packing done. This time we punished four bowls of it. Reeb poured freely.
Matt was in rare form, expounding on his midget theories:
I ended the meal by accidentally eating a pepper, a mean sonofabitch that sounded like a maraca when I shook it. I was posing for a photo op, then I wanted to dump the seeds out, so I bit it, then chewed it on up because I'm insane. It was not as bad as the other night, but I chewed half a pack of gum to quell the flames.
wolfman the magic shepherd
chicken head detail
We went to the club afterwards, all except Mike, who resents the place for stealing his phone. Erin participated in the raffle and won a Chinese chocolate bar and weird aquarium light.
bitchslap averted
club action
The floor show was a terrifying 50 year old Joan Jett wannabe who kept upping the ante on weird shit she could do. She poured a beer on her head, whipped her hair around, then stuck a Mao medallion through her breastflesh and goose-stepped around the stage perimeter.
reeb abuse
mao salute
Erin was going to ganbei with her, but chickened out because she was too weird. Matt did it instead.
gan bei
joan jett and toast
I got to MC for a bit and exited my monitor top before they turned up the houselights, so I didn't feel like I chased everyone away this time. We staggered back to Dongzhou arms linked, like some young and dangerous combo of Riverdance and Romper Stomper. Before passing out I remember looking at a map of the United States and trying to show where the Louisiana Purchase and Mississippi River were.
Woke, wrote, taught. I finally got some new responses to the "five things you did on holiday" question, but it was "eat so many snacks." Catherine, in the last class, even went so far as to give examples for her response: "I ate many delicious sweets such as this (handed me a lolli) and listening to beautiful music such as 'Yesterday Once More.'" Adorable.
After classes, I rode up to the music store and bought a pipa string for Jeni to replace the one I broke. Then I ran through my song catalogue in an upstairs practice room. It was dark by the time I finished. I stopped by Dongzhou, rallied the troops to go back to the "sheep place" restaurant with the la zi ji ding (spicy chicken pieces with pepper adornment). Matt and Erin joined us, having gotten their Nantong packing done. This time we punished four bowls of it. Reeb poured freely.
Matt was in rare form, expounding on his midget theories:
- Female midgets don't exist. They just eat a lot and then split.
- They shower with guns.
I ended the meal by accidentally eating a pepper, a mean sonofabitch that sounded like a maraca when I shook it. I was posing for a photo op, then I wanted to dump the seeds out, so I bit it, then chewed it on up because I'm insane. It was not as bad as the other night, but I chewed half a pack of gum to quell the flames.
wolfman the magic shepherd
chicken head detail
We went to the club afterwards, all except Mike, who resents the place for stealing his phone. Erin participated in the raffle and won a Chinese chocolate bar and weird aquarium light.
bitchslap averted
club action
The floor show was a terrifying 50 year old Joan Jett wannabe who kept upping the ante on weird shit she could do. She poured a beer on her head, whipped her hair around, then stuck a Mao medallion through her breastflesh and goose-stepped around the stage perimeter.
reeb abuse
mao salute
Erin was going to ganbei with her, but chickened out because she was too weird. Matt did it instead.
gan bei
joan jett and toast
I got to MC for a bit and exited my monitor top before they turned up the houselights, so I didn't feel like I chased everyone away this time. We staggered back to Dongzhou arms linked, like some young and dangerous combo of Riverdance and Romper Stomper. Before passing out I remember looking at a map of the United States and trying to show where the Louisiana Purchase and Mississippi River were.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 2/26/2005 01:51:00 AM ]
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