Beijing Boyce

I took a night off from note-taking on Saturday and instead relaxed and meandered about, dropping in on the Red Cross trivia contest at Tim’s Texas BBQ, two house parties, and Cox for some tasty medium chicken wings. The night begged to go on, but O-Zone and I had 10.2 kuai between us after we finished our wings and couldn’t find a cash machine (the ones in 3.3 mall taunted us from behind locked doors). Luckily, we found a cab driver to accept a tenner for the ride home.

In any case, I ran into more bloggers last night than I usually do per month. At one party, I met this guy, whose many readers are anticipating some Beijing-Shanghai comparisons now that he’s moving down south, this guy, who opened up his hutong digs for the night, this guy, who doesn’t take well to people positively mentioning The Cult in the same breath as AC/DC (I didn’t mean it, I didn’t, really), and, I’m pretty sure, this guy. At the other party, I saw Tim Johnson and Jane McCartney, two journalists stationed in Beijing who have blogs.

I ran into a few other bloggers, but I can’t remember the details since: a) memory fails, b)my pen had the night off, and c) I was too focused on trying to get someone - anyone - to try the Grace Cabernet Sauvignon 2005 I brought (it’s good, it is, really). C’mon people, you gotta give this stuff a chance!