halloween pub crawl

You know those times when sitting down to write a long overdue entry just seems like the most uninteresting, dificult to achieve activity you could possibly do? This is how I've felt recently. Even though right now it's a choice of write, watch another video, sleep or delete old emails.

Anyway, we had a party and I've got some photos. So I'll at least show you them. It was a friday night halloween pub crawl. We decided to do it the week before, got out fliers on the wednesday and finalised costumes on friday afternoon. We would have been happy with 20 people. There ended up being more than 80, with some seriously cool dress-up effort:


This is Trey, my good friend from Texas. Very appropriately dressed as a nerd and preparing to explain the rules of the pubcrawl.




Awww, nice photo. Extra points for couple costume pairing.


Mark came as a tribal man, considering he hasn't cut his hair in 8 months he didn't really have to try that hard to dress up. Chrissy came as wednesday from the addams family. Ups to both of them, they made the aniseed liquor jelly shots, provided the weed sprayers and generally did most of the organising.


Group photo with the koreans and a few europeans thrown in for good measure. Off the top of my head there were, over the course of the night, representations from Australia, America, China, Korea, Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, Slovakia, France, Italy, Austria, Spain, Norway, Sweden, Taiwan, Germany, Quebec, Canada, Laos, etc.



The last person out of each bar after the whistle was blown had to carry a 10kg watermelon to the next bar. Here's one of our Italian friends getting stuck with the first stint. Her boyfriend ended up carrying it for her and got more and more disgruntled as we walked. Mission accomplished :)



The Russian dolls from Quebec. Awesome costumes and extra points for team effort. These guys were hillarious.



Trey waiting at the door penalising people who didn't walk into the bar backwards (this was one of our rules) with sprays of cognac mixed with iced tea.


I was already quite drunk by this stage and still two bars to go. Trying to look zombie in photo with old flatmate bree. We had a few pirates, whose swords came in handy when I had to fight off an attack of peanut throwing from the balcony of Chapter One. The sweet smell of revenge came as I jabbed various protruding body parts with that plastic sword...I think its broken now.



Here's limbo. This Korean friend of ours was one of the tallest guys there and he won. This is him warming up, he flipped over more than vertical and beat all the short little girls. The men celebrated especially hard, remembering far too well past limbo defeats at the hand of short, flexible, competitive women.


Here go the Russian dolls. Hillarious.


Now, the particular method Trey used to hold the limbo pole/pool stick this was starting to get a bit worrying. Especially seeing as I was on the pointy end of the cue. Luckily, I managed to escape physically unscathed, but not quite aware of the extent of my mental damage.



Never underestimate the power of alcohol to increase your yoyoing skills dramatically. Look at that rock the baby!



And to finish, another great photo of everybody's favourite couple. These two just oooooz style.

Build it and they will come ;)

Today was another good day in Kunming. I woke up to the sound of cars communicating to the rest of the world at around 7:30am this morning. Pressed the snooze button on my alarm a couple of times. Began the slow jive into conciousness which led me to the realisation that I had two exams to sit before 12am.

The exams came and went and I was back in bed before midday. Woke up at 3, ate half a tuna, lettuce and mayo sandwich and James decided we were going to go to a driving range. Arrived at the driving range at around quarter to four and lo and behold, the driving range was a sports stadium.

Stadium had a school carnival going on so we sat and drank coke and complained about how long they were taking to clear out of the stadium. For about an hour and a half. Then we walked downstairs and told the girl we were tired of waiting. She told us to wait till 6. So I said, 'I've waited so long my shit is dry' (in Chinese - I love this saying). Anyway, she wasn't pleased, and either were me and james, so we blew that joint.

Thoroughly dissapointed but too high on life to let it get to us, we browsed a sports store before beginning a walk to the central french supermarket that has luxuries like deodorant, uncle tobies muslie bars and durex condoms. Started raining though, so we high-tailed it to the Holiday Inn. Thai restaurant, 18th floor, city view - fine dining Asia style.

After consuming a much delicious meal of green thai curry, tun yum soup, beef strips, thai spring rolls, fried vegetables and crappy Chinese wine, we caught a taxi back home.

Which is were I am now. The evening promises to be a good one. Going over to someone's house for predrinks then out on the town. The thais are playing mazhong in the living room and I'm blasting scissor sisters.

Happy days,

WV

Mr Ill Dropped the Bomb

Ever thought to yourself, 'I'm gonna need a serious porn addiction to get through this one'?

I just did.

In other news, Lost is a long, painful, constipated shit of a tv show. And I'm being forced by my sister to watch the first season again. Because she lives in Japan. Because she's removed from the rest of the world. Because she's addicted to television and I'm addicted to the internet, which incidently, is in the tv room.

I have one more day in this small little city called Aomori at the top of Honshu before heading down to Tokyo for a few days. Photo-blog will come upon my return to the middle kingdom. Get excited.