Nothing to report from the office today, unless yo…
Nothing to report from the office today, unless you count the invigorating revelation that we have “New Car Smell” soap in our office bathrooms now. Basically the same monotonous busywork, the same gazing out of windows at the mountains, the same listening to music and wondering how the ‘Building the Crate’ theme from Chicken Run can bring me to tears. Now that’s personals fodder if I’ve ever heard of it.
After work, though, a bunch of old newspaper alumni, including Dean, Graham, Mark and myself, met up at a new bar just around the corner from where I live. It’s called “Peso”, and appears to be a tiny little place from the outside, but when we opened the wooden door we found that the architects had utilized a very clever series of platforms to make the red-brick-and-mirror interior seem downright immense. Several other foreigners were there, which isn’t surprising as we’re right near Shi-da here. The beer was buy-one-get-one-free, which was great for everyone except me, as I don’t drink beer. I settled for the 20% discount on Long Island Ice Tea and proceeded to get quite drunk as we talked about politics. Mark left early, saying he had to go to work in the morning, although I suspect he might have been a bit putt off that I was by that point describing how sexy I thought LL Cool J was (He should be thankful I didn’t get started on KRS-1). The rest of us stayed on until almost 1:00 in the morning, and it was a nice feeling to pack everyone else into cabs and realize that I could stagger back home on my own without having to walk more than a few meters.
Yuan-ming is going to be in town tomorrow for some sort of meeting, and we might get together tomorrow night. Just to make sure I again get nothing productive done after work. And then it will be Friday, and then there will be yet another whole weekend to waste. Ah, I can’t wait.