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solo drunk
Mar. 31st, 2006 07:52 pmtwo pints of Guiness and i'm a happy person....more than happy, when i left my Guinness, it was practically Lesbian O'Clock, so I had a nice dreamy ramble back to the ol' apartamente.
over one month here, and i've now done my first "lonely and drinking alone" outing to O'Malleys...I promised myself a pint of Guinness after trekking to Pudong after class to pick up the visa (and of course I walked *waaaay* too much today and now have holes in my socks, again (that's now, let's see, every pair but three, and those are the ones that I *bought* here)) and I got two pints instead and watched rugby and then rode the subway home as usual and i guess my wonderful buzz is fading...here are some drunken notes that I scrawled in O'Malleys:
the COOLEST and sexiest cook in the world works at O'MAlleys of Shanghai...drop-dead Asian gorgeous, in a white apron and baseball cap, and when she came out to tell the bartender something, she had a substantial knife in the shirt-pocket on her upper arm...totally fucking hardcore and cool.
RUGBY, which I just saw for really the first time ever, beats the PANTS off of American football; it's not ponderous like football and the guys are tough looking *and* dead-sexy, and touching the ball at all seems like a bad idea and an invitation for a pile of sexy men to land on you with their elbows, knees, or other weapons of destruction. Th guy who I think was the captain was wearing one of those spongy-soft helmets, the kind that I think are supposed to protect your fragile brains after you've had one too many concussions...and as far as I could see, scrum=a big pushing pile.
ketchup tastes fucking great, I now have a newfound appreciation for it. plus i DRENCHED my fries in malt vinegar and salt, thus making them inedible to anyone else on this planet but me, who likes 'em that way.
O'Malleys is really empty at 4:00 in the afternoon, which makes sense...it's after lunch and before dinner. but after only eating an egg for breakfast that morning and teaching class and walking around, I needed food and I didn't care. The wait staff rules the pub at this in-between time, and all the Chinese staff were hanging out with what looked to be a few friends and i think i saw some self-poured shots of guiness and whiskey...most of the wait staff speaks or understands English very well, which is helpful i suppose when your clientele get completely smashed and can barely speak *any* language. speaking of which, I find that my chinese actually improves when i've had a few, comprehension and speech, so it really is mental hangups that get in the way. I think O'Malleys will be my hidey-hole sort of place in Shanghai. there were kids playing outside in the yard, which was a bit different, since it's a bar, but everyone seems happy. Oh and it's named after the pirate queen Grace O'Malley from the 1500s.
Anyway, if I was a man, I would play Rugby, and have as many tough-looking scars as possible. that would kickass. then i could spit in someone's eye and back it up with a good punch.
over one month here, and i've now done my first "lonely and drinking alone" outing to O'Malleys...I promised myself a pint of Guinness after trekking to Pudong after class to pick up the visa (and of course I walked *waaaay* too much today and now have holes in my socks, again (that's now, let's see, every pair but three, and those are the ones that I *bought* here)) and I got two pints instead and watched rugby and then rode the subway home as usual and i guess my wonderful buzz is fading...here are some drunken notes that I scrawled in O'Malleys:
the COOLEST and sexiest cook in the world works at O'MAlleys of Shanghai...drop-dead Asian gorgeous, in a white apron and baseball cap, and when she came out to tell the bartender something, she had a substantial knife in the shirt-pocket on her upper arm...totally fucking hardcore and cool.
RUGBY, which I just saw for really the first time ever, beats the PANTS off of American football; it's not ponderous like football and the guys are tough looking *and* dead-sexy, and touching the ball at all seems like a bad idea and an invitation for a pile of sexy men to land on you with their elbows, knees, or other weapons of destruction. Th guy who I think was the captain was wearing one of those spongy-soft helmets, the kind that I think are supposed to protect your fragile brains after you've had one too many concussions...and as far as I could see, scrum=a big pushing pile.
ketchup tastes fucking great, I now have a newfound appreciation for it. plus i DRENCHED my fries in malt vinegar and salt, thus making them inedible to anyone else on this planet but me, who likes 'em that way.
O'Malleys is really empty at 4:00 in the afternoon, which makes sense...it's after lunch and before dinner. but after only eating an egg for breakfast that morning and teaching class and walking around, I needed food and I didn't care. The wait staff rules the pub at this in-between time, and all the Chinese staff were hanging out with what looked to be a few friends and i think i saw some self-poured shots of guiness and whiskey...most of the wait staff speaks or understands English very well, which is helpful i suppose when your clientele get completely smashed and can barely speak *any* language. speaking of which, I find that my chinese actually improves when i've had a few, comprehension and speech, so it really is mental hangups that get in the way. I think O'Malleys will be my hidey-hole sort of place in Shanghai. there were kids playing outside in the yard, which was a bit different, since it's a bar, but everyone seems happy. Oh and it's named after the pirate queen Grace O'Malley from the 1500s.
Anyway, if I was a man, I would play Rugby, and have as many tough-looking scars as possible. that would kickass. then i could spit in someone's eye and back it up with a good punch.
