After the previously mentioned tumult of the past month, all of us breathed a collective sigh of relief as this past weekend approached, and we all swore that we would not be doing any sort of “going-out.” Old habits are hard to kill, however, and so I compromised yesterday as I was shopping at Carrefour with Gao Xin and decided to have people over to my house for dinner and after-dinner entertainment. Of course, dinner was NOT to be cooked by me, and Julia can tell you after that time in San Francisco when I invited her over to dinner, and then made her cook for me. No no, the meal would be delivered by my 2nd, interim a-yi, who is a competent cook and needed attention, wheretofore the gang came in from the frigid December air and indulged in the rare, home-cooked Chinese meal in Shanghai.
I may not have cooked anything, but I did buy the groceries
After dinner, I could tell that the vibe was restless, so we tried our best at a Guandii impersonation by using Eddy’s generous donation of Johnny Walker. Some of us departed to partake in some goodness inhalation, and before you knew it there were a dozen people sprawled across my living room, stuffing their faces in chips and enjoying the Family Guy. Though we had tried so hard to move toward the distant landscape of healthiness by not going out, in the end I realized it’s not really where you are, but how fucked up you are in the head to not be able to survive a normal weekend without excess.
The only point in the evening when neither of them were convulsing in smoky laughter
