The past week was kind of crappy blog-wise.
It ended last night with me shooting my mouth off (apologies all around) while on a crash course with my first hangover of the year. It started seven days earlier on a Thursday night at TUN: not only did the place refuse to play the CD for the Jagermeister dance team, thus denying us the joys of their ballet of booze, but also the guitarist played a long self-indulgent set that included a nearly ten-minute rap about abolitionists (though he did come to the rescue of the Jager-ettes by creating an impromptu song that included a reference to Chuck Yeager).
In between was toaster-gate, coffee grinder-gate, a sub-par Valentine’s Day, and the disturbing experience of seeing a tazer in Sanlitun, followed by this story of a visiting businessman getting stun-gunned.
Also, I was among the six patrons at All-Star to watch the NBA all-star game. I ordered the RMB50 breakfast, noticed it came with no toast, and learned that two slices would cost an extra RMB24 (!). And at 12:57 PM, the staff told me I had to leave because the place would close between 1 PM and 5 PM.
Also, while I surfed the net at TUN, the unpleasant smell of burning plastic arose. I assumed it came from a full ashtray nearby. Nope. A few minutes later, my computer cord started to spark and blew a fuse in the place.
Also, my Cobb salad at The Rickshaw a few nights ago contained no avocado. NO AVOCADO!
Yeah, in the grand scheme of things most of this stuff doesn’t matter, but seriously… RMB24 for toast?