How Many Blackberries Does it Take to Screw in a Lightbulb?
Apparently three.
Had an interesting night. As the new database engineer I now get invited to these 'meetings' with "higher ups" as they're called, so tonight I had to go to the "Black Penny" which is one of the few Celtic bars in Singapore, with one of our sales guys who is 'stationed' here. It was one of those nights where you're totally tired and don't really feel like being there, and can't make heads or tails of the conversation, partly because you can't hear anything over the "football" game being shown on five different monitors, (Liverpool won - I'm sure you were curious) and partly because everyone, that is, the friends of friends named 'Beckett' and 'Ian' (who looks exactly like a bald male Rachel Dratsch AND who drink off our company tab and then vanishes) speak with a indecipherably thick Irish accent, even though they've been living in Chicago since they were five.
Snippets of the conversation I did catch: "I mean, there were no tittie bars . . . ";". . . and it turned out to be a Taiwanese boy lady . . . ";"well, of course a maid is excessive, but, I mean, I obviously have a cleaning lady . . . "; " Yes! Yes! Liverpool!" "It's like a country club [referring to the expat community in Singapore]. . . but it's the networking that you're really paying for." Snippets of conversation which Michie contributed: "I guess because we know it's just a game."; "Wo xiang 'fish and chips, xie xie"; "the hotel's only a few blocks - I'll walk."
Anyway, I've finally, after so many years of being alive, determined that I don't drink very well, and I think it's time I quit.