The Time I Met a Guy Named Mohammed

Of course this story starts with me being out with Caitlin and Emma, having a quiet-ish night in TST.  Emma had to leave first to catch a ferry back to Lamma, and Caitlin and I never know when to quit, so we took this as a sign to have a couple more bottles of wine.  Everyone at the bar had left except us and the table next to us.

Turns out it was some guys in town for a Geo-electrical engineering conference, once i'd exhausted the industry buzzwords I could think of, those being "cable" and "wire" we did the usual exchange of who are you and where are you from.  One of the guys was named Mohammed and he was from Iran, but had been living in Belgium for a while, working on his doctorate, his girlfriend was there too, she was an artist tagging along for holiday purposes, then some Spanish guy and a Belgium dude also here for the conference.  We told them we were from the States and Caitlin was getting ready to move back.  So he told us how is mom was always asking when he would come back to Iran, but he really didn't want to.  He enjoyed living in Belgium and what was he supposed to do back in Iran...do the nightly prayer and then shout "Down with America," one arm held high, with the rest of the Iranians....Caitlin and I were both speechless and then started laughing insanely. I double checked and asked him if that was true, and he confirmed.  Unbelievable!! This is one of the best stories I've ever heard

After this I got his business card we made lose plans to meet up the next day for Caitlin's going away party

The next day at work, Emma asked if we had stayed out late.  I relayed the story of our new friend, and said I didn't think we had stayed out much after she left...then I sat for a minute and had a memory, and had to amend that statement because I recalled the engineers leaving and Caitlin and I still sitting there with half a bottle of wine.  The bar staff gave us two plastic cups and poured the wine into them and sent us on our way so they could close up.  Most bars in Asia are just always open, so I can't be sure how long we were there, but I would like to extend my apologize to the bar staff, for being those two lame-os that don't know when to leave.

Advent Gecko

I'm not sure why, but I have drawn myself as though I'm a Tim Burton cartoon in some of these...try to ignore that.

This is what I get for being so greedy...I still ate all the chocolates, I just took a day or two off to forget about the gecko.

Personal Growth

Last Saturday I lost my debit card.  This was after my drunk brain thinking my friend had left when she actually hadn't, so I spent the night hanging out with the DJ in Al's Diner and doing shots with the manager.  If I know drunk kelly (which may or may not be true) I'm sure I was trying to talk to the DJ about One Direction and Tinie Tempah in a completely incoherent annoying fan girl.  And special bonus for myself for spending my most drunken moments with the most sober people in a bar...I'm really good at mingling.  Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I looked inside my wallet (another bonus for not losing my entire wallet) I had in fact lost my debit card, but I still had my HKID and at some point I had picked up a business card for some wine company...all in all it seems like I came out ahead.

Annual Video Christmas Card

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UW4u9EEdlRw&feature=youtu.be

happy holidays

but even though i spent a stupid amount of time editing that all together, the raw video is probably way funnier...

 http://youtu.be/oRwpvL8qymM

 http://youtu.be/UW4u9EEdlRw

 http://youtu.be/XEL_4gPCyAs

 http://youtu.be/BwG7glBIOMg

Jacket Potato

I think I might be incapable of regular human interaction.  This happened outside a bar one night when a couple of friends and I ran into some mutual acquaintances.

*There is a Tinie Tempah lyric that goes, "I've been Southampton but I've never been to Scunthorp" So I try to ask most of the British people I meet if they have been or not been to these places.  I may or may not have said this aloud.  And for some reason, this is my follow up convo:

This was done in what is best described as a squelching voice and involved me holding pretend suspenders (or braces for you british readers) and lots of overemphasized marching in place.  Try to picture it...I'm not sure these cartoons are doing my impression of a jacket potato justice.

The guy I was talking to doubled over laughing and was pretty much speechless.  This interaction ended with the guys all buying us a drink and then leaving for another bar...well played British gentlemen, that is a classy way to leave girls at a bar.  Before they left they did ask to hear the jacket potato impression one more time.  WIN.