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So yesterday I went out

So yesterday I went out and bought more things for my apartment. The best had to be my ficus, and some variety of ivy. They look like they'll be pretty good at surviving low-light, low-maintenance conditions. This is good as my window faces West...and the sun (and weather) have gone South for the winter, leaving it rather cold up North. The temperature today is 34 degrees farenheit with a wind chill of 29. We're expecting snow tonight.

I thought I'd post a picture of my hand status.

Hooray for blisters!

While I can't go on comparing this to Justin's penis injury, I felt I had to share it nonetheless. Besides, guitaring is better than sex. Well okay maybe not.

Chiang Li-Ying (aka Johnny from my earlier post) and I met up last night for dinner and drinks. We went to the only authentic Chinese restaurant in town. Our waitress spoke perfect Cantonese *and* Mandarin (well, this according to Johnny). She didn't speak much German though, that was obvious. People at other tables would ask for something, and she'd look at the menu and say "Nummer XXX?" and the people would say "Ja." I let Johnny handle the arrangements for our food and tea.

Afterwards we went bar-hopping. First stop was the Sushi/bar we went to earlier. We were served by a pretty cute vaguely Asian waitress, who spoke a few words of English, but not Chinese, Japanese, Korean, French, or Spanish (the languages that Johnny and I have between us). Then it was back to Katy's Garage (we're told this website is going up Real Soon Now) for some beer and foosball.

Attempting to capture the spirit of the game

We played a couple of rounds and invited some girls to play with us, but it was obvious that they didn't understand English. Funny, though, because when an Oasis tune came on the sound system, they could all sing along flawlessly.

"People can sing along but they don't understand the words," Roland tells me. "Isn't it annoying to know English so well? You understand all the songs. That must suck," he says. Well, in a word, yes (my apologies for having so many shitty links in such a small word).

We got bored with the foosball and pinball, so started wandering around more.

I guess it's a gay bar?

When I got home, I was attacked by a rabid case of acne. I want to believe it was the teriyaki sauce from my Chinese food (the waitress poured it on the plate at my table, which made it sizzle and shoot teriyaki and oil up in the air, some of which splattered on my face). The realist in me says that it's all the greasy food that I have to eat here. Will have to start cooking more of my own stuff now.

Posted by reid at October 12, 2002 09:57 AM