My Walk Home Is Surprisingly Quiet After 11:32pm

I have to start with another disclaimer after my lawyers advice. This blog may cause an increase in stupidity and illiteracy in the right or left eye.

I have decided to add a new feature of to this blog, the highlight of the day. It will be at the end of every blog, when ever I remember to add it.

Today, my colleague had a big dinner. She recently, got married and by recently I mean Tuesday. But to get married her in China all you have to do is go to the court and register. It's kind of weird how you have to do it though. It is like the old days, like in the time of Jesus. You have to go back to the place where you were born to register to get married. I wonder what happens if you your husband was born in a different place, like you were born in Harbin and he was born in Shenzhen. If you don't know where they are on the map google it. Anyway, thats not what I wanted to talk about. At the dinner, she had sea urchin. I was very very reluctant to try it, especially because in the past I have had problems with eating weird things in China, like dog for instance. But that shit was bangin'. It was so good, the only problem was the texture, it felt like how it looks, slimy and gross, but the taste was delectable. Even though, I am having weird stomach rumblings right now, and probably will next try it again, it was an enjoyable experience. The best part of the meal, was definitely, definitely the shark fin soup. I think it is a most have, when you go to China. Way better than Beijing Kaoya.

But before the dinner, I had an interest chat with my colleague who just got married and another lady in the office. They told me how when they were young they had to take politic classes, in like elementary school. I think the things they studied where very interest. Well, I should say thing because they only told me about one thing they learn. But they learned that capitalist countries, like the United States, everyone was poor and hungry, while socialist countries, everyone had a roof over there head and things to eat. Its funny to hear that, because everything I read it was the exact opposite. But maybe I don't understand history that well. They even said that they had picture of people looking destitute and dejected. The most interesting thing they told me is that they never felt poor, because when they looked around everyone was in the same situation. Even though, they only had one pair of clothes to wear, they still never felt poor. It amazing how much China has changed and how rich people are everyone, so you know what being poor looks like up close. Maybe capitalism is not so great, but I will take it any day, so I can be like get a way from me bum, and get a job.

After dinner, I went to my friend Cou Cou's house to watch a movie called The Time, it was awful, except for the one part where they are in prison, that is the best part of the movie. And something else awful happened, for some reason I mad a culture reference (I forget why) to Mr. Rogers, and my socialist French friend was like who is that. I was like he was a guy on t.v. who taught kids, and she was like a teacher on t.v. teaching, that's stupid. I was like what (I was thinking, Bitch, how dare you disrespect Mr. Rogers. That Shit Ain't Funny, Mr Rogers is an educational Genius.), and then I was like okay what about Sesame Street and I was like it was puppets that taught kids. And she is like that stupid, why would they teach kids on t.v., blah blah blah stupid stupid stupid. I was thinking bitch nah, bitch nah, you can't disrespect Sesame Street; say something else about S Street, say something else, I dare you. I am about to go Cookie Monster on that ass like you are a chocolate chip and I got a fresh glass of milk. But instead, I just calmly left.

But I hold much adulation for my new socialist friend. Especially, because she bought me the The Professional after I told her I liked it the other day.

Highlight of the Day:Upon coming home, at the entrance of my building there is a glass door where the guard normally stands, either inside or outside. I image the job is really boring, especially at night. But my thoughts, were confirmed when I witnessed the guard staring at himself in the mirror in a pugilist stance. It was a good while before he noticed me and rushed to open the door.