Just as well, since the only dogs in Beijing are the small, yappy variety.
Well, we have a house dog in 12 Square Metres now, but only very occasionally - she's hard to transport to and from, and still a bit too puppyishly overexcitable for some of the customers; might become a more regular fixture when she's grown up and calmed down a little (only about 5 or 6 months old, fox terrier).
I think I was just - briefly - in that ideal state of drunkenness on Thursday.... having necked a couple of very strong Margaritas at the Mexican restaurant over the road first. For the first few games I was awesome, but then....
Ah - that ideal state of inebriation for pool wicih is very hard to achieve - enough booze to be relaxed etc., but not too much because then it all starts going wrong.
Every bar is a memory.
And all the memories huddle together for company, so that in my mind it often seems as though every bar I've ever been in is on the same street, or at least in the same neighbourhood; every great drinking session I fondly recall happened on one night, or over the course of one weekend; and everyone I've ever drunk with fuses into a single person, the idealised Drinking Companion.
Sometimes it seems to me also that the melancholy that infuses so many of these memories had but a single cause, an idealised Lost Love.
Some of these memories I will now try to share with the enormous, faceless, blog-munching world at large.
These, then, are the mental voyages of the boozehound Froog; his many-year mission to seek out new drinks and new places to drink them in, to write The Meaning Of Life on a napkin.... andnotlose it on the way home.
Froog is an escaped lawyer - but there is no need for alarm; he is only a danger to himself, not to the general public. An eternal wanderer, he now lives in an exotic city somewhere in the 'Third World' *, where he is held prisoner by an unfinished novel (or, more precisely, an unstarted novel). He spends a lot of time running, writing, taking photographs, and falling in love with women who fail to appreciate him. He also spends a lot of time in bars.
[* OK, I'll come clean: I've been living in Beijing since summer '02.]
4 comments:
Play lots of pool while the mojo is there. Are there any beermats to throw for dogs?
No dogs.
Just as well, since the only dogs in Beijing are the small, yappy variety.
Well, we have a house dog in 12 Square Metres now, but only very occasionally - she's hard to transport to and from, and still a bit too puppyishly overexcitable for some of the customers; might become a more regular fixture when she's grown up and calmed down a little (only about 5 or 6 months old, fox terrier).
I think I was just - briefly - in that ideal state of drunkenness on Thursday.... having necked a couple of very strong Margaritas at the Mexican restaurant over the road first. For the first few games I was awesome, but then....
Ah - that ideal state of inebriation for pool wicih is very hard to achieve - enough booze to be relaxed etc., but not too much because then it all starts going wrong.
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