holy schwartzkopf

so if any nice, friendly danish owner of two restaurant/bar establishments - possibly in shanghai and suzhou - serving german and danish food ever asks his bartender to offer you and your friend shots on the house of what translates to 'black pig,' you should immediately take him up on his offer.

black pig is a homemade liquor that tastes of salty licorice with a buttery finish. it's like jagermeister, but better. top off three shots of black pig with about 2 liters of bavarian lager, and you'll find yourself riding through the french concession with your friend sherry on the back of a refuse wagon being hauled by one calmly pedaling refuse worker at 3 AM, singing at the top of your lungs.

now that's a cool thursday night.

i remember most of it, and i remember being dismayed by the hoarse and scratchy quality of my own voice, plus the fact that i can't carry a note. i don't know about you, but i imagine hearing myself singing in my head, and it's always fantastic. then i actually start singing and things start to happen. my cat runs out of the room. the windows tremble. my dad looks up from the newspaper and sighs loudly. bricks start falling from the chimney.

cyn's back from thailand and we went and picked kodi up from dan's yesterday. he had some friends over and she was basking in being the center of attention. dan's friends, ben and marielle, completely fell head over heels with boogie and we now have another potential doggie-sitting resource for those weekends out of town. dope dope dope.

oh, and willie's out here. he got in yesterday and will be here 3 weeks. awesome, right? i'm excited to see him. his friend dan is throwing a party tonight at 4live so we're gonna go kick it. yay! i have to remember to bring the camera. oakland in the house... redwood heights in the house...

despite the on-again, off-again sinus infection cold thing i have, cyn and i stayed up last night till the sun came up. we sho' can talk. i should *really* think about getting some sleep. i slept from 5 to 10:30 this morning, but my allergies always wake me up. need to start napping again or something. haven't slept a full night since getting back from guangzhou.

and i went on a date yesterday. a lunchy-afternoon thing. it was surprisingly fun. i can hear will bitching at me, 'another white boy? you go all the way out to china and find white boys?' but you gotta come out here and experience the shit yourself. any ABC or CBC out here is taken. i mean, and then some. prolly got a girlfriend plus hella girls throwing themselves at him on the side. plus the 6-foot minimum standard i have is a bitch sometimes. don't get me wrong, the white or latin guys out here get way too much love from the local ladies, too, but for some reason it's always the white dudes that call. what can i say.