Hi Peoples,
I love not checking my email for a long time (like more than fifteen minutes) and then returning home, and discovering nice letters from long-lost loved ones.
May Holiday is on and in full effect over here. That's Labor Day, for you Americans who celebrate it on the other side of the year.
Three days ago was the Beijing Midi festival which was so wonderful. For months now I've been aching to get drunk in the luscious dying glory of the afternoon sun. Finally got my chance...while listening to international punk and indie bands and scoping out hot punk chicks!
So good was it, in fact, I didn't want to take the planned trek to the Great Wall the next day and was all grumpy at seven AM as we waited for the bus. But 25 kilometers and 2 days later, it was officially a good time. Tho' I'm still feeling a hangover from a night of lethal Chinese alcohol and Never Have I Ever. And my ass muscles hurt from hiking, like I just got out of nine years of prison.
Anyhow, photos to come once I wash 'em up.
Last night I ate like a pig, slept like a dog, and watched Murnau's Faust, which was coolness.
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Oops, forgot to mention the most interesting story of the past few days.
So after the party in the countryside (aforementioned Never Have I Ever) which got everyone crippled with alchol, I return to my hotel room to find my roommate sleeping soundfully, but not peacefully, that is he's snoring at three times normal speed, with occassional gasps for air. Weird, is all I think.
Then in the middle of the night, I feel someone tapping my feet and calling my name. I wake from a pleasant adolescent near-wet dream to see his shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. "Yo man, you awake?" "I am now."
He flicks on the atomic flourescent lights, nearly blinds me, but not before I realize that he is in fact completely naked. I'm too tired for this, I think, I close my eyes, and go back to sleep, and tell him to do the same.
"No, no, man, I just had the worst nightmare...ahhhh, it was awful...and I had to take off my boxers...and I woke up scared shitless and completely covered in this liquid...." He pauses poigniantly, then says, "I think I just peed myself."
Sure enough, there's a puddle invading my side of the room. Ah man, I think, maybe if I close my eyes this will all go away.
But finally I get up, calm him down. We go scrounging around outside for a new blanket, but wake up the owner, who's a peasant guy lending us his house for the night. Already he's witnessed lapdances and same-sex kisses at the dinner table. God only knows what he thinks now, seeing us rummaging thru his closets at four AM.
Morning comes along, and my roomie is surprisingly upfront, telling everyone he pissed himself. A real trooper.
Good times, but I won't be supplying photos of that.
I love not checking my email for a long time (like more than fifteen minutes) and then returning home, and discovering nice letters from long-lost loved ones.
May Holiday is on and in full effect over here. That's Labor Day, for you Americans who celebrate it on the other side of the year.
Three days ago was the Beijing Midi festival which was so wonderful. For months now I've been aching to get drunk in the luscious dying glory of the afternoon sun. Finally got my chance...while listening to international punk and indie bands and scoping out hot punk chicks!
So good was it, in fact, I didn't want to take the planned trek to the Great Wall the next day and was all grumpy at seven AM as we waited for the bus. But 25 kilometers and 2 days later, it was officially a good time. Tho' I'm still feeling a hangover from a night of lethal Chinese alcohol and Never Have I Ever. And my ass muscles hurt from hiking, like I just got out of nine years of prison.
Anyhow, photos to come once I wash 'em up.
Last night I ate like a pig, slept like a dog, and watched Murnau's Faust, which was coolness.
************
Oops, forgot to mention the most interesting story of the past few days.
So after the party in the countryside (aforementioned Never Have I Ever) which got everyone crippled with alchol, I return to my hotel room to find my roommate sleeping soundfully, but not peacefully, that is he's snoring at three times normal speed, with occassional gasps for air. Weird, is all I think.
Then in the middle of the night, I feel someone tapping my feet and calling my name. I wake from a pleasant adolescent near-wet dream to see his shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. "Yo man, you awake?" "I am now."
He flicks on the atomic flourescent lights, nearly blinds me, but not before I realize that he is in fact completely naked. I'm too tired for this, I think, I close my eyes, and go back to sleep, and tell him to do the same.
"No, no, man, I just had the worst nightmare...ahhhh, it was awful...and I had to take off my boxers...and I woke up scared shitless and completely covered in this liquid...." He pauses poigniantly, then says, "I think I just peed myself."
Sure enough, there's a puddle invading my side of the room. Ah man, I think, maybe if I close my eyes this will all go away.
But finally I get up, calm him down. We go scrounging around outside for a new blanket, but wake up the owner, who's a peasant guy lending us his house for the night. Already he's witnessed lapdances and same-sex kisses at the dinner table. God only knows what he thinks now, seeing us rummaging thru his closets at four AM.
Morning comes along, and my roomie is surprisingly upfront, telling everyone he pissed himself. A real trooper.
Good times, but I won't be supplying photos of that.
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I am just a collector of "things" (pictures included) and consequently have become addicted to Google images
I love reading your journals...your life is so interesting.
[Edited on May 06, 2006 6:30PM]