I started writing this blog elsewhere and then realized "HEY! I can multi-blog." It's much like multi-tasking but with blogs. Who said I couldn't do two things at once?
Life is starting to feel normal again. Work was slowly eating me alive and controlling even the oxygen I breath... But NOW it has backed off. I had Thursday off, then Saturday off and now I might even get Monday off!!! You're excited for me, aren't you?
In all of this time off, I actually DID something other than practice or teach yoga:
We went to the beach yesterday. A little hungover (to be explained in a moment) and worse for wear... we hopped on the MRT with Bean, met Laura at the very last station, and then waited an eternity for a bus. Eventually the bus didn't appear, so we got into the most dangerous cab I have ever been in, and drove to the beach. It was good times. I have now officially decided that Taiwan is the most bizarre and ironic place ever. Where to start, where to start... The beach was crowded. Packed to the tits with people. Dogs, people, babies. There were many many teenagers. Mostly boys. Fully dressed or in their knickers (haha Emma... "knickers"). They were throwing eachother into the water. Tossing wet sand at one another. Absolute madness. Other folks were bringing their little dogs into the water to watch (and laugh) as they tried to swim the hell out. Lesson? Dogs don't particularly like the ocean. We watched this group of four toss their scottie-dog into the water for almost an hour. The poor dog looked so sad. He would swim like mad to one of them and cling to them for dear life, sort of trembling. The poor guy. Oh, we saw the Taiwanese Baywatch (in person). The lifeguards wore red skimpy speedos and hats. They blew whistles whenever you went further than 10 metres from the beach. Which, of course means the water was only ever thigh-high. I think I would drown if the water was waist-high. It's true.
To explain the hangover...
We went out for drinks Friday night. Many many expensive drinks (180NT each). I had SIX rather than the limit of three which I had set... not because I have no control, but because people kept plying me with alcohol. Paid 700NT to get into some frick'n club so that I could dance alone, watch my lovely friend pick up a lovely boy, and fight off the advances of desperate English teachers living in Taiwan. Oh wait, I have a story. We went to this particular club because a friend (of Amanda's) could get in free and put us on a list for free drink tickets. Our dearest host spent that part of the night NOT with us. Occasionally when he would come over, I would dance with him. I teased him that he was leaving me to be groped (and bought drinks) by strangers and his reply... I'm not your boyfriend. That's not my problem. No, you're not my boyfriend. Ryan would actually be NICE, jerk. Moral of the story = I need friendlier friends (OR don't hang out with friends of Amanda. Ah ha haaa... that was for YOU Alison!).
Ryan would like me to note here (he was feeling left out of the blog), that he went out for the first part of the evening. However, he was not allowed into the club because he was wearing shorts (and it was 31 degrees outside)... Oh and he refused to pay 700NT after already spending 600 on drinks. Smart guy, that one.
Last but not least. NOODLES ARE TAKING OVER MY LIFE. I am starting to believe that noodles are the only thing to eat in this damn country. Ryan and I are trying to keep to a strict budget... Buying food at the grocery store is usually more expensive than going out for food. Oh, and (anyways) the options are limited for vegetarians shopping at Welcome. So I literally have been eating once per day and it usually is some sort of NOODLE. It has been making me cranky. Very very cranky. Last night, I took Ryan to a Western-style restaurant called G'Day Cafe. We had vegetarian chimichangas (how the hell do you spell that?) and french fries. They also have homemade apple pie with icecream... but we were hella' full. Yep, it deserved a "hella". Of course, this kicked our budget's ass. 20NT for noodles, 200NT for chimi-watchamacallits. Damn.
*Sigh*
Alright. The stories are now over. That has been all the excitement in my life as of late. Oh, except that Bean knows of a place to learn Indian dance (maybe it's bellydancing??)... so I think I'm going to look into that this week. Hobby here I come! I hope you're all doing well. Oh (as per usual), SEND MORE EMAILS!!! xx. -n.
1 comment:
I love beaches, poor pup though. It was probibly so scared and exhausted. I would've been pissed at those stupid teenagers.
Ryan's got a PT job eh? Good for him!
Dangerous cabbie rides are GT's. I had one of those here during the TTC strick this year. I thought I was actually going to die on my way to work.
Anyways, keep you sanity in all the hustle and bustle there!
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