Beijing Boyce

I’m as overloaded as a Long Island Iced Tea with two extra shots of vodka, as a first-time drinker who has decided to run the menu at Shooters, as a businessperson new to China and going one-against-ten with Chinese clients at a baiju drinking party, as… well, you get the idea.

It’s a rather heavy period at work, so apologies for shorter-than-usual posts, the longest delay in my newsletter’s history (I aim to have one out by week’s end), and the dearth of events by BRAWL - The Bourbon, Rye and Whisk(e)y League.

About the only thing I’ve managed lately is part two of my blind tasting of Chinese wines series, and even that was a month behind schedule. (But worth it - details to come.)

Things will get better. The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar. So don’t give up on old BB - hang in there, stick together, and keep your chins up (and out of that medium wing sauce at Cox). Remember that if the price of that cocktail is too good to be true, then its contents are too cheap to be real; that you’re doing your body a favor when you match a glass of water with every alcoholic drink; and that by my observations about 50 percent of men don’t wash their hands after using the toilet - so be careful with whom you share those communal peanuts at the bar.

Finally, as Elvis (Costello) put it…

Sometimes I wonder if we’re livin’ in the same land,
Why d’you wanna be my friend,
When I feel like a juggler running out of hands?

Welcome to the workin’ week.
Oh I know it don’t thrill you, I hope it don’t kill you.
Welcome to the workin’ week.
You gotta do it till you’re through it so you better get to it.