Start as you mean to go on
So it's not even a full week into the year and already I've managed to spend a full day in bed.
When I finally teased myself out of bed with the idea of nice warm liquids it was completely dark outside and the flat had the lingering atmosphere of (post car-accident kind of) chaos.
The previous night after cooking my veggie and roast potato feast, we had the first semi-decent bottle of wine I've had in China.
Watched 'Straw Dogs' (still not sure how I feel about it really) which by the way, I bought for Herman thinking he loved Dustin Hoffman, only to realise I'd confused him and Dennis Hopper.
So my Christmas gifts movie disaster trend has been completed.
(no wait... 'Lovers of the arctic circle' was perfect. I went out and bought myself a copy too. Lorna really enjoyed it and everyone was content after watching it. The exception to the rule.)
So perhaps we should have left things as they were after dinner, all feeling satisfied, cosy warm and sleepy. Instead, we broke open the baijou (rice wine), watched 'Straw Dogs' (a combination that fucked with our heads.) and when Lorna decided she wanted to go to bed, I should have let her, but I didn't. I only wanted to hear a few tracks on the Mum album (I still can't believe I founf it in china.)
so we ended up listening to it twice through, before Lorna and myself broke open the second bottle of baijou and broke out the karaoke microphones .
It's true, Karaoke is totally liberating. We sang terribly for at least 2 hours, forgetting the words to The Smiths, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana... what an utter riot we had.
Herman, unimpressed, stayed in the other room, I think perhaps we were scaring him a little.
When I first came to China I didn't fully understand the Karaoke thing, but it's sinking in now...And I love it. So does Lorna which is surprising slightly.
Friends, just wait 'till we get back I gaurantee when you break the mould and let loose, you'll never stop singing for the rest of your happy lives.
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The part where it went a little wonky...........................................
Okay, you know the feeling when you "twos" your last cigarette and it doesn't feel right and you're drunk and you just need another one to complete the unfinished feeling of a segmented smoke?
Well Lorna and I decided surely there are cigarettes somewhere near, and started out on the 4am aimless wander that lead us to insanity.
We first asked the cute guard if he had any, and at this point I noticed a little twinkle in his eye when he looked at Lorna.
We then stopped a taxi and got a mere 2 cigarettes, which we lit and finished immediately. Staggering to a bench by the side of the road, I realised the cold/ fresh air/ strong cigarette had gone to my head and I was giggling like a maniac. I believe Lorna at this point may have been affected also, she was now in the middle of the road trying to stop cement mixers and trucks for more cigarettes, (i think she was quite taken by our newfound means of obtaining cigarettes.)
Not sure if the ground spun or if we did, but something happened and Lorna began to walk as though one leg was shorter than the other, like she was walking one foot on a slope one foot flat or something.
This amused me, and I pulled one arm up for her to re-aline her symmetry.
still with a hunger for cigarettes we practically jumped a man on the street when we saw him light a smoke, and when he got pissed off at the language barrier and not being able to communicate to us he only had a few left, he surrendered and we had another cigarette each.
Lorna kept hers, but I smoked mine straight away. It was stronger than the last and I felt ill.
As Lorna tried to practice Chinese on the guard I made a start for my bed.
**got in, herman asked where Lorna was,threw up,fell down, hit the pillow, snored**
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At 2pm when I woke to the sound of a Chinese man's voice I thought:
o O 0 (Oh God! I shouldn't have left Lorna something bad has happened.)
However all was well in the end.
Lorna spent god knows how long talking to him through a dictionary, mostly saying happy new year a lot. All innocent stuff you see.
She just made one little mistake of calling him "Husband" a lot in Chinese, and so, him taking his role quite seriously had arrived at 2pm to take her to lunch.
She managed to make him go away, and then when all misunderstandings were cleared up amongst us, we all went back to bed, Lorna giggled to herself fo a bit, and the we woke at 6pm grumpy as hell and feeling sick.
Still don't know how it all ended up like that, but I'm excusing myself this once, as it is technically still the holiday period.
I will at some point this year have a routine, i promise.
When I finally teased myself out of bed with the idea of nice warm liquids it was completely dark outside and the flat had the lingering atmosphere of (post car-accident kind of) chaos.
The previous night after cooking my veggie and roast potato feast, we had the first semi-decent bottle of wine I've had in China.
Watched 'Straw Dogs' (still not sure how I feel about it really) which by the way, I bought for Herman thinking he loved Dustin Hoffman, only to realise I'd confused him and Dennis Hopper.
So my Christmas gifts movie disaster trend has been completed.
(no wait... 'Lovers of the arctic circle' was perfect. I went out and bought myself a copy too. Lorna really enjoyed it and everyone was content after watching it. The exception to the rule.)
So perhaps we should have left things as they were after dinner, all feeling satisfied, cosy warm and sleepy. Instead, we broke open the baijou (rice wine), watched 'Straw Dogs' (a combination that fucked with our heads.) and when Lorna decided she wanted to go to bed, I should have let her, but I didn't. I only wanted to hear a few tracks on the Mum album (I still can't believe I founf it in china.)
so we ended up listening to it twice through, before Lorna and myself broke open the second bottle of baijou and broke out the karaoke microphones .
It's true, Karaoke is totally liberating. We sang terribly for at least 2 hours, forgetting the words to The Smiths, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana... what an utter riot we had.
Herman, unimpressed, stayed in the other room, I think perhaps we were scaring him a little.
When I first came to China I didn't fully understand the Karaoke thing, but it's sinking in now...And I love it. So does Lorna which is surprising slightly.
Friends, just wait 'till we get back I gaurantee when you break the mould and let loose, you'll never stop singing for the rest of your happy lives.
***********************************************************************************8*
The part where it went a little wonky...........................................
Okay, you know the feeling when you "twos" your last cigarette and it doesn't feel right and you're drunk and you just need another one to complete the unfinished feeling of a segmented smoke?
Well Lorna and I decided surely there are cigarettes somewhere near, and started out on the 4am aimless wander that lead us to insanity.
We first asked the cute guard if he had any, and at this point I noticed a little twinkle in his eye when he looked at Lorna.
We then stopped a taxi and got a mere 2 cigarettes, which we lit and finished immediately. Staggering to a bench by the side of the road, I realised the cold/ fresh air/ strong cigarette had gone to my head and I was giggling like a maniac. I believe Lorna at this point may have been affected also, she was now in the middle of the road trying to stop cement mixers and trucks for more cigarettes, (i think she was quite taken by our newfound means of obtaining cigarettes.)
Not sure if the ground spun or if we did, but something happened and Lorna began to walk as though one leg was shorter than the other, like she was walking one foot on a slope one foot flat or something.
This amused me, and I pulled one arm up for her to re-aline her symmetry.
still with a hunger for cigarettes we practically jumped a man on the street when we saw him light a smoke, and when he got pissed off at the language barrier and not being able to communicate to us he only had a few left, he surrendered and we had another cigarette each.
Lorna kept hers, but I smoked mine straight away. It was stronger than the last and I felt ill.
As Lorna tried to practice Chinese on the guard I made a start for my bed.
**got in, herman asked where Lorna was,threw up,fell down, hit the pillow, snored**
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At 2pm when I woke to the sound of a Chinese man's voice I thought:
o O 0 (Oh God! I shouldn't have left Lorna something bad has happened.)
However all was well in the end.
Lorna spent god knows how long talking to him through a dictionary, mostly saying happy new year a lot. All innocent stuff you see.
She just made one little mistake of calling him "Husband" a lot in Chinese, and so, him taking his role quite seriously had arrived at 2pm to take her to lunch.
She managed to make him go away, and then when all misunderstandings were cleared up amongst us, we all went back to bed, Lorna giggled to herself fo a bit, and the we woke at 6pm grumpy as hell and feeling sick.
Still don't know how it all ended up like that, but I'm excusing myself this once, as it is technically still the holiday period.
I will at some point this year have a routine, i promise.