June 5th: stealthbusters and intellectual drinking games
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 262
Heather and I went to Century Mart for some gin and were followed by some guy. We stopped and let him get ahead, started following him. He would stop and examine something like shoes, and we would, too. We finally edged him into a purse store and he had to act like he was browsing for purses. I cannot imagine China has any effective poker players nor spies as they are devoid of any type of stealth skill. When they point and whisper about us on the street, they may as well be smashing kittens with a frying pan and yodeling Englebert Humperdinck ballads.We picked up some juice and tissues, were followed by a gaggle of grade schoolers who felt compelled to browse for juice at the same moment we did. It's cute when kids do it, lame when adults.
For lunch we ate KFC. (Before any of you get on your high horse about being in China and having the authentic cuisine when it's available, I've eaten it just about every day for every meal for nine months. I haven't cheated myself here.) There was a girl outside the window, a little grifter beggar girl who was playing up her pout at us through the glass, but I caught her cracking a smile a couple times. That, and she hid the food she was eating when she noticed us observing her.
I saw a few of my students, and there was some odd dance thing going on outside. Kids were lined up wearing little cardboard kid's meal crap and following the moves of two KFC worker girls in front.Very strange. We walked back, tossed the frisbee around with Mike for a bit, then went inside and cooled off with some AC and Tsingtao.
We eventually went up to the roof and played a random word drinking game where you say a word that begins with the last letter of the word that preceded it. (Example: diplomacy, young, grow, etc.) Jeni seemed particularly adept at giving the next person a Y word. (If you say the same word you must drink, and if you stall for too long, you drink.) What a total English nerd pastime.
Night fell and we rode out to Pizza House (Chinese food lately has not been agreeing with my stomach). Jeni joined us, but Rhys's bike is fubar at the moment, so he stayed behind. Afterwards we hit the bakery and outside some insane bastards were letting off fireworks in the street, celebrating the opening of yet another shop or restaurant. The booms set off car alarms and the boxes were set up too close to one another and sparks from one display were igniting others, ascending fireballs were colliding in midair and raining sparks down on the sidewalk. I sensed danger and went across the street out of harm's way. One box exploded on the street, shooting fiery debris into observers and traffic alike. Great Jesus.
We rode back, had some highballs, watched Tom and Jerry cartoons until that faithful vagabond Sleep arrived.
Heather and I went to Century Mart for some gin and were followed by some guy. We stopped and let him get ahead, started following him. He would stop and examine something like shoes, and we would, too. We finally edged him into a purse store and he had to act like he was browsing for purses. I cannot imagine China has any effective poker players nor spies as they are devoid of any type of stealth skill. When they point and whisper about us on the street, they may as well be smashing kittens with a frying pan and yodeling Englebert Humperdinck ballads.We picked up some juice and tissues, were followed by a gaggle of grade schoolers who felt compelled to browse for juice at the same moment we did. It's cute when kids do it, lame when adults.
For lunch we ate KFC. (Before any of you get on your high horse about being in China and having the authentic cuisine when it's available, I've eaten it just about every day for every meal for nine months. I haven't cheated myself here.) There was a girl outside the window, a little grifter beggar girl who was playing up her pout at us through the glass, but I caught her cracking a smile a couple times. That, and she hid the food she was eating when she noticed us observing her.
I saw a few of my students, and there was some odd dance thing going on outside. Kids were lined up wearing little cardboard kid's meal crap and following the moves of two KFC worker girls in front.Very strange. We walked back, tossed the frisbee around with Mike for a bit, then went inside and cooled off with some AC and Tsingtao.
We eventually went up to the roof and played a random word drinking game where you say a word that begins with the last letter of the word that preceded it. (Example: diplomacy, young, grow, etc.) Jeni seemed particularly adept at giving the next person a Y word. (If you say the same word you must drink, and if you stall for too long, you drink.) What a total English nerd pastime.
Night fell and we rode out to Pizza House (Chinese food lately has not been agreeing with my stomach). Jeni joined us, but Rhys's bike is fubar at the moment, so he stayed behind. Afterwards we hit the bakery and outside some insane bastards were letting off fireworks in the street, celebrating the opening of yet another shop or restaurant. The booms set off car alarms and the boxes were set up too close to one another and sparks from one display were igniting others, ascending fireballs were colliding in midair and raining sparks down on the sidewalk. I sensed danger and went across the street out of harm's way. One box exploded on the street, shooting fiery debris into observers and traffic alike. Great Jesus.
We rode back, had some highballs, watched Tom and Jerry cartoons until that faithful vagabond Sleep arrived.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 6/05/2005 10:09:00 PM ]
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