so the typhoon, though it brought a whole lot of rain and wind, was not the horror show i was kind of hoping for. so when i returned home last night to prepare for our departure to higher ground, i found my colleagues had befriended some locals. the lot of them were strewn about on the ground, surrounded by overturned bottles, laughing and carrying on like teenagers. when people get this drunk, all language goes flying out the window. so of course i plopped my ass on the ground with them and began to partake. one of the local men had brought out what i can only describe as chinese moonshine. the stuff was cooked up in a bath tub somewhere, and it was similar in taste to sake, but it was an amber color, and had a slight molasses like aftertaste. it was good. and i drank a lot of it. so much was had, that i found myself eating pickled chicken feet (claws, fingernails, and all) out of a plastic bag. i know pictures were taken, but i do not feel well enough today to look at them. i am a little delicate today. and may not leave my air conditioned confines for quite some time. anyhow, we had a blast. they could not speak english, we could not speak chinese, but we all could dance to “my milkshake”. and dance we did. a drunken group of silly adults, shaking our booties in the middle of the night, taking swigs of chinese moonshine from the plastic gas can it was brought in.

 

lordy, lordy.

 

i think i need a nap.