The anniversary celebration last night was predictably brain-damaging.
I managed to round up half a dozen or so of the usual suspects, and a couple of the more unusual ones as well, for an early evening rendezvous in the new, improved, better-than-ever Nanjie (not officially open yet; but it does look very promising - good central location, two floors, large wraparound New Orleans-style balcony)..... which inexorably evolved into a late-evening sidewalk session outside a nearby hole-in-the-wall, munching kebabs.
The Choirboy and his suave Bengali chum then took it upon themselves to interrogate me ruthlessly about the status of my 'affair' with Madame X, using 'truth serum' (meng jiu, the surprisingly agreeable but very, very deadly Mongolian spirit that most of these little restaurants sell in individual-serving shot glasses).
In my state of advanced sleep deprivation and dehydration, this was just a little bit more alcohol than I should have imbibed...... Feeling very droopy in the office today.
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