Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Food Poisoning round 3


July 28-August 07

So I continue to be late to everything. It’s unbelieavable. The good news is that its no longer like half an hour or anything, but more like 5 to 10 minutes. Which still is pretty annoying. You think this would be something easy to fix, but anyways enough self analysis.


NOTE: pics are being added to old blogs as I refer to the subject matter. the pic here is Jing'an temple close to work. it was rebuilt recently. new temple for the new sky scrapers right?

So let’s see what the hell did I do after I got back from Tianjin. I guess shit just wasn’t memorable enough. Mission: Get forks for party. So go to the grocery store, and I walk around for a little while and then I just decide to ask. I ask for forks, of course in English, what the fuck you think I’m china or something? (mmm my bad…) and my main man takes me over to the battery section….now tell me that isn’t funny. Anywys, I had to go to another place and got some plastic forks. Vietnamese food, freaking excellent. We’re building a plant in Vietnam, man I hope I get to go work there for at least a little while. Trying to plan a vacation, I’m thinking Fiji, Cambodia has been suggested, Nepal, Tibet, Bhutan? Now the dilemma comes in, do I write stuff that you can write up elsewhere (such as Chinese holidays), or do I write daily nuances that are just so damn quirky at times. China has 3 sets of holidays. You work a weekend, and then you get a whole week of off around the time of October 1, June 1 an Chinese new year (don’t know exactly when that is). So October 1 is coming up and I got a vacation to plan and during these holidays you want to get the heck out of China because all the Chinese go to the tourist attractions. Greatwall, suzhou gardens, wherever. So get out of china, avoid Thailand (because Chinese take their holidays here as well). So trust me when over 1 billion people take holidays, I’m sure they can cause a freaking semicontinental transportation mess.


Lost in the playoffs for bball, first game. Great game, we came back to tie it with 20 seconds and they went up by three, and missed a last second three. Pretty damn fun. Well shoot let’s just get to a food poisoning story. This past Saturday after bball, I go out to play a little ultmate, we played for like one point and stopped because it was pretty hot (not as hot as 2 Saturdays ago where when I walked out of the gym, and I just wanted cry. It was freaking ridiculous. I wish I had just passed out so I didn’t have to deal with that awfulness, it was that bad, factor in the smog and humidity, you got yourself a grown man (that’s debatable) wanting to cry himself to sleep. So this Saturday was mild in comparison. Anywho, I go back to the apartment, lie down for a while and get a call from my friend to go get some dinner. I start walking and I feel terrible. I pounding headache, and my stomach is killing me. I should go back, but I my boys are waiting for me. I get there and we decide to try a new brazilian bbq place, doing a comparison test. So now I’m doubled over at the table and I’m pouring sweat. Maybe I just need some bread and fruit to settle my stomach. NOPE. No dice. Okay I have to go home. So I get out with paying half the price and get out. Grab a cab and about 3 minutes later, I know whats gonna happen next. Thank goodness I have a cool cab driver. I tell him “no good” start patting my chest with an open hand (you like the details there? Makes you feel like you’re almost there, yeah that’s right descrfiptive narrative for my faithful, you know how we do) and show trouble breathing. (okay in hind sight, that might be misinterpreted as having a heart attack, next time I’ll get my broken Chinese and miming down a little better). My man pulls the car over to the curb, I open the door, and HEL-LO nurse. All water, nothing but water and the watermelon slices I just ate. Stop myself from dry heaving and get back to the apartment. Pop an antibiotic pill and take a nap for 3 hours. I wake up at about 11:00 and I’m good. Good as new. Good enough to walk 30 minutes to city diner, have a phone conversation with a friend, and order breakfast to go. I love city Diner. get back and stay up t'll 1 PM the next day (that's right a 12 hour stretch ) watching season 3 of the Wire. What a great show. Season 3 was just ridiculously good. I watched season 2 and 3 in less than a week. now you know why the dearth in the blog entries. Don't know if it was the KFC sandwich I had in the afternoon or the cow tongue, surprisingly okay.. (cooked) or the beef sashimi (that’s raw beef) I ate the night before at the all you can eat and drink Sushi place. This place was pretty good though. I’d go back there again. The grilled lamb chop and sirloin and the sashimi was pretty good. I think it was the mayo on the KFC.

Oh and Bubba’s, the BBQ joint here, its overnpriced and not that good. That was the smallest ribs I’ve ever seen. Come on dude, that just aint cool. Wish I just had the balls, time, and money to open a restaurant. There, there’s the dream, open a restaurant. Maybe when I retire in 50 years.


3 comments:

Unknown said...

Forgot to close a parenthesis there, chico...Enjoy your comment and stop whining about heat.

Anonymous said...

Definitely Figi.

Anonymous said...

Damn I'm a retard...I meant Fiji.