Funtime is donetime

I really hate it when holidays come to an end, and although some may argue my life is just one long holiday, these last couple of weeks have been sooo much fun, I just wanna go back to when everybody were free and nobody had to work (except sometimes Becci & Christina) and we all just went out and walked about, ate, drank, sang (oh yes, we did! I bet Kathryn that I'd go sing KTV with them if she had some tequila shots with me. I can't even start to tell you the levels of how bad of an idea that ended up being...) danced - and so on.

But, alas! The lunar year celebrations have come to an end. And even with my previously expressed joys of spring appearing in the city, getting up early in the morning is amongst the things I hate the most in the world - they've done studies on it, whoever they are - and it seems some people just aren't cut out for getting up early, it's in our genes/blood/dna or whatever. Musj!

Things I had to do today;
- Nothing
(Well, maybe yoga, like I promised myself last night, but to... My(???) defence, I was insomniac and desperate...)

Things I have to do tomorrow;
- Dentist

- Wash a million clothes

- Chinese Class

- Yoga
- Quiz
(Get drunk at Pyro/Propaganda with friends, although that's hardly a chore)

I know it probably doesn't seem like the worst day in the world, but after weeks of just overindulging it is always hard to go back to... Well, following routines, I guess. Plus I am allergic to being told what to do, even if I know I have to do them... Gotta work on that.

Anyway, J and I made hamburgers (from scratch of course) for dinner, watched more Hells Kitchen and had a lot of fun all day long... Until it was time to do the dishes. It is quite obvious that after prepping for super yummy burgers with every accessory under the moon - in a Chinese kitchen - the mess was unbearable. After a lot of bad communication J went to bed, and I'm stuck with the rest of the dishes, and I am really, really, REALLY bad at washing up. But still - it is kind of ironic that we're so deep into Hells Kitchen at the moment and then start bitching to each other IN the kitchen.

Soo... Now I'm just gonna have one more glass of Shiraz, finish the dishes, and go to bed, because you don't wanna be jumpy when your dentist hardly would have understood a word you were saying - if he already didn't have his hands in you mouth.

Sleep tight! I hope I will as well!

(And although I know I've been complaining a lot now, I am really still thrilled deep down, because the window is open, it is no longer pm, but am - and spring is STILL in the Beijing air!)

Note to self. (And J)

I have to go to yoga tomorrow, I have to go to yoga tomorrow, I have to go to yoga tomorrow.

Have to do more yoga, am in desperate need of more zen after trashy week. And it makes me sleep better, too. I can't sleep at the moment. Again. Am gonna wake J up and watch some episodes of Hells. Also need some kind of sleepy-tea from TCM-pharmacy.

(And if I don't, I don't get to drink at the pubquiz at Lush this Wednesday. And if I do, I think I might deserve a little something from Yashow...)

edit: I didn't go to yoga and I know I'm still gonna drink at pubquiz. I need some serious newyears resolutions. fast.

Dear Beijing

I love you, but you are driving me crazy.

Not only did I forget the ayi was coming this morning - when I finally woke up by her knocking the door down poor thing - I felt like my kidneys had been left to soak at Mix on Saturday, and that they were only returned to me Monday morning. Ugh...

It is my own fault. I know that my weekend wasn't the healthiest I've had in Beijing - but sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. I went shopping with my friend Kathryn all day on Friday, we really tried to explore new territory and everything (eg Russian "Alien Street" where we were scared to death by this blue eyed devil woman and no one would sell us anything OR speak anything but Russian to us) but ended up back at good old Yashow. We both got ourselves new shoes and sunglasses. So naturally - we went by Luga's for a frozen Margs and a yummy quesedillas, and were joined by J and B (not the spirit) - and after a few more drinks at our house we all went out. First to Tun, but it was too crowded, and we weren't drunk enough by far. Then we hooked up with friends at Alfa, but after the power went out and thus the music stopped - everybody left but Julian and I - and the last thing I recall was that eating chicken hearts off of a stick in between Mix and my house somewhere with Julian. I don't even know how I got home, but I woke up in the right bed - with all my clothes and my makeup still on, haha.

Saturday was a lot more mellow, J and I had dinner with friends Anne & Jordan, it's the first time I've been cooked for since I came to China (at someones house, obviously) and it was amazing. After dinner we just hung out, listened to music and had drinks, it was so nice, we didn't even realize how fast time went by until it was like 2:30 am - then J and I went out, and danced at Mix. We got so drunk my head was literally spinning when we left around five, but oh my god how much fun we had! I bought coke's to all the women working in the ladies rooms, and J was hit on by 1 in every 3 girls at the club. But we got home safe(ish), sound(ish) and together(ish). I fell asleep on the sofa, and missed out on J's annual (weekual?) McDonalds-delivers-feast. Felt great waking up to firecrackers at 8 am the following morning. Surrounded by halfeaten burgers. Just great.

So I went back to bed. After a couple of hours, J tricked me into going out for a walk, and we went to binge out at Luga's - again. (They must really think we couldn't cook if our lives depended on it...) Bought some dvd's, some mad expensive imported chocolate from the shop under 3,3 mall - found a new shortcut home, and spent the rest of Sunday on the couch.

So - the fact that I didn't feel to chirpy this morning could have been a number of things, but either way, there was just NO way our "Silence of the Niu"-party could go on as planned, and we had to cancel, as I really felt like I woke up with the entire building on my head. Which kind of brings us to why I am sitting here now, at 10 pm watching Cinema Paradiso with half an eye and blogging with the other.

I feel a lot better, actually - I've been feeling better for hours now. But I'm seriously afraid to go out the door! For two weeks now, almost nonstop - fireworks, fireworks, fireworks. I am still amazed that the delivery guy from April's made it here safely with Mascarpone, sugar and Marsala - I swear to God - it's like a war zone out there today!

But, seeing as it is WE who are the guests in this country, and the fact that I love Mondays to stay chill and lazy, it has been a quite good Monday all in all, even with having to cancel our party. I slept half the day, then J & I watched 3 episodes of last seasons "Hells Kitchen" - and decided we had to make a Tiramisu. After finally getting our hands on fresh eggs and the 70RMB box of Marscarpone (!!!) - we made a delicious sweet treat for ourselves, and thus decided to watch Cinema Paradiso. (We didn't have pasta, but Tiramisu is just as Italian, no?) But the fireworks are never ending, and my focus level is hitting rock bottom right now...

So; No party, but we still had cake - the day ended a lot better than it started - but I have to admit that no matter how pretty they all are... I can't wait to wake up in the morning to complete, utter, beautiful, smoggy SILENCE.

Happy Niu Year! And may the silence begin. (Really, whenever you guys are ready down there. Please.)