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Sitting at the airport starbucks, marveling at the lack of borders in the modern world. I'm sitting here sipping at an xmas blend coffee (avec cinnamon) and eating a turkey cranberry sammich, in Beijing. I'm off to London to visit Paul and check the place out more thoroughly, though I fully plan on going to the pret a pan (?) places, which is a local chain that is *far* cooler than xingbake...
...so of course you are probably wondering how the play went... in a word: smashingly.
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we are planning on doing another run later on this winter. I need to find a new theater as people complained a bit about sitting on stools and such. Mind you, I personally believe that discomfort is part of the joy of Beijing, so really, if you're sitting in a comfortable seat, you're missing out on the *real* experience, or something.
my flight has been delayed, of course, and now I'm a wee bit worried that even though they *told* me 1pm at the check in counter that it might be earlier, one never knows with these things. I'm going to finish up my coffee then wander over to the gate to check on things, then maybe I'll get back to writing... (but we all know how these things go, its likely as not that I'll just forget about having written this entry altogether).
well, it turns out that I haven't forgotten about this entry... that of course might also be because I am bored to death and far too uncomfortable to sleep. I should have just taken one of those sleeping pills (or two?) when I first realized that the flight was going to be late. I believe that we sat on the play for almost two hours before taking off... ;p
Instead, I'm at about the halfway point of the flight, trapped next to the window with a sleeping person at the end, and another person in the middle, so escape is impossible, let alone a bathroom break. These seats are also so uncomfortable that it actually hurts to type, yuck.
Sure, sure, you might just think that I've been spoiled by flying business class lately... but I think its more that I usually get an aisle seat, and this time due to the retarded chick in front of me at the check in counter, every other seat was taken. The retarded chick was like, shipping back her apartment via airplane, including a giant bike... I say she was retarded because she didn't research anythign in advance and I was stuck behind her for nearly 40 minutes while they wrapped everything up and finished charging her for it all, oy.
At least the flight was delayed (?) Silver lining of a delayed flight is that I wasn't stressed in the awful check in lines... though it wasn't that great to have to get through the lines, struggle to get on the plane only to discover that I got to sit on the plane for another two hours more than the itenerary had originally planned for.
But perhaps I am just bitching right now. It feels quite good to go on a rant... maybe I should be focusing this rant on something productive, like a stand-up routine for a comedy night tonight... I just fear that even if I come up with something positively brilliant I will only end up passing out as soon as I get to the hotel and won't make it out to the club in the first place. Not that I would be bitter and upset with myself for wasting this time because its like I would be doing anything else with my time right now...
stand up ideas?
nah, thats actually *too* productive. why not write a story idea?
hmm... so what should this story be about? Maybe I should just go for a simple Chinese-style short story... no real beginning nor ending, just lots of pretty words put together in a ramshackle sort of way. But then again, that probably only works when one is writing in Chinese. I don't want to write in Chinese right now, as *that* would definitely take too much energy.
Another five or so hours to go... and only another hour of time left on the computer... what to do, what to do.... maybe I could try to do some sudokus to put myself to sleep? I'm feel really groggy now anyways... that would be a better way to spend the remaining time than sitting here and staring at the back of the seat that is really invading my american-sense of personal space (hey, elbow room, y'all!) ok, off to sudoku. and yes, to sudoku is now a verb, so there.
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