Kirk called last night and asked if I wanted to go…
Kirk called last night and asked if I wanted to go check out a new bar called “Fresh Cafe”. I said ok and met him at a nearby intersection at about 11pm. We walked up to the second story entrance, which was bathed in alternating green and red light, and walked in though the glass door.
A large bar filled half the room, and it was decidedly crowded, so we went up to the next level, the dance floor. It was empty, and a lone foreigner stood at the other end fiddling with the dj equipment, so we went up to the roof level, which consisted of a living-room-like setup and a large balcony open to the stars. It was quite pleasant, actually, so we went down and got some drinks and then sat out on the balcony for a while. I saw some people I knew and talked with them for a few minutes, but as more and more people arrived, the more alone I felt. As usual. In fact, it seemed like the same crowd as was always at The Source, just transplanted to an obviously larger and nicer environment. Now where can I find a place as nice as Fresh Cafe, but with all the guys from the Taiwan Bear Club?
Kirk noticed this as well. “It’s all foreigners here,” he said. “How can I get anyone to notice me if everyone is looking for foreigners?” He decided to try anyway, so I left. The place is within easy walking distance from me, so I might go see if it’s any better on weeknights.
The TV reporter came over today to interview me. She brought along a cameraman, of course. He was really cool, reminded me of back when I was a cameraman. He had the requisite long hair and ponytail, as I did back then as well. They shot some footage of pictures and various documents, and then sat down with me to do the interview, which lasted about three minutes. I am not used to being on the other side of the camera and got a bit nervous, spouting various unrelated half-sentences and generally doing a really good impression of the village idiot. Then they wanted to film me doing Tai-chi sword forms, so we went to the park across the street where I promptly broke my sword in half. Muttering in embarrasment, I led them back to my room, where I retrieved my other sword and did some moves for them on the roof of our building. They said the piece would air on Monday night at 7. All I can say is, I hope they know how to edit.