I named my new bike Julie. I wish there were some really amusing story about how I came up with that name, but really it’s an incredibly dull explanation. Eugenia was staying over for a few days because she was working the F1 race, and one night she wanted to watch “Before Sunrise.” We rode out to the local DVD shop with her sitting in the back, and all I could think of was “Julie Delpy sure doesn’t do too many movies.” I guess I ended up associating the name “Julie” with the throbbing vibrations from the bicycle seat, and the association stuck.
Anyway, Julie and I have been bonding the past few days. Last Friday I rode her to Intel’s Gubei office about 15 minutes away, and when I got off work I rode her back to the gym in the rain. Riding in the rain through a monstrous intersection, swerving and dodging old ladies on mopeds and carts with hugs amounts of garbage on them, I had never felt closer to an inanimate object before in my entire life, not including all those times I made out with the toilet bowl at Guandii. The next day, Julie and I were there on a double-date with Clint, who also thought it would be cool to buy a bike. Then on Sunday, I spent an hour riding out to Chace and Lucy’s, with my huge sense of accomplishment for riding across Shanghai rewarded by the sight of Chace drinking cold Tsingtaos in front of me while I laid sprawled on his couch. It was a great weekend.
Meet Julie, my other half
Friday night was also Nicole’s birthday (pics here), which started off at Zahara for some delicious appetizers and belly dancing. Chace was so turned off by the hummus that he substituted beer instead, which resulted in the placing of his hand on my leg many a time during the course of the evening. The belly dancing was one of the highlights, especially since the dancer had the savvy to pull only drunk people from our table to dance with her. Mikkel did his best jitterbug imitation while Chace leaned to me and whispered: “Let’s pretend to be talking about something serious so she won’t come and make me dance with her.” Of course, he was totally sloshed so it sounded more like: “Let’s talk dance no me no belly, berrrrgh.”
Amen
The evening ended at Guandii, which was hosting a huge F1 party. Thankfully, Nicole booked in advance, and so we slinked our way into our nice VIP booth while every sweaty dude outside was forced to dry-hump the sweaty dude in front. Of course, Mikkel and Chace and I were happy to dry-hump each other back at our table, while Bonnie and Luce displayed their love for Nicole by grinding each other in a way that made me blush and run outside to the nearest church. After a healthy week filled with vegetables and treadmills and riding Julie representing the closest thing to action that I could’ve gotten, it was nice to re-live my old life again, just for one night. After slugging it out with Kasper and a good deal of Kahlua, I went home and made mad passionate love to Julie, though her spokes really left some deep scratches.
I will now post a picture of Lucy that I took when I rode Julie over. I am posting it here not because it has any relevance to this narrative, but because it’s just so damn cool. I wish I could wear one too, but my head is about the size of Orange County, so no panda dice this time.
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hey ,is ur bike my “julie delpy”?=)